Think differently for them now,
They have been suffering from the bleak winter day,
The annals should change,
It must be written in favour of them.
See their gloomy eyes of silent accusations,
The rich mother provides so much to her prosperous and healthy children from her precious treasure,
Why is she so much miserly to her poor and pale children?
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