Raven hair and a cough,
pitiful painted smile,
through rain and in the rough
unhappy waiting while
time passes, times are tough!
Strangers with golden guile
gesture, your dress you doff,
lower, hire yourself, servile.
Haven't you had enough
of this terrible trial?
Cheveux châtains, la toux,
sourire peint, pitié!
sous la pluie, partout,
sans pudeur patienter
jusqu'à c'que de la rue
étrangers argentés
gesticullent, ensuite vous
vous cédez à leur gré.
Cette vie triste, indue,
elle vous satisfait?
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