Midnight
Sparkling dewdrops in the moonlight
As tears of poor womens
Sometime weep
when they deeply sleep.
Womens who all day hardly work
Live a another life when they sleep
And sometime
their tears sudently weep.
Midnight
Dewdrops in the moonlight
As sweet dreams of poor womens
shine to tomorrow bright.
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