They live in cardboard boxes.
They live on the lonely street.
They sleep we're ever they can find, a special place to sleep.
People think their dirty, people think there mean.
But what people don't realize is that, it's not so easy living on the street.
So the next time you happen to pass one, be careful with your words.
Cause just a kind hello could make the difference in there world.
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