That little kid Was found dead Inside that ugly tent... His parents carried him away and Some cared about all of them... Little kids can not play When their bodies turn frozen anytime... That little kid's soul ascended to Heaven because it could not resist Winter's Cold and ugly situation... In an ugly tents All poor kids die bitterly As a result of that freezing life... Tomorrow the pretty sun will rise again and Snows' melting is going to start... ______________________________________________________________________
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