The dwelling place
I walked over the bridge Day time of day
The middle of the city crowd
I looked down Climbing wild huts The dwelling place
Looked a small child bare Calmly scratching the scabs On the edge of a dirty river
Opposite there I see A mother sat down
Daydreaming Is there a bright future For someone like him How can you see our brother Life suffers
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