My life was bleak,
I shall tell and show.
I was in an alley,
as white as snow.
Fortune rises,
in unprecedented places.
It pained me to see such smiling faces:
In a place such as that...
Boxes piled one mile high.
The wanderers smile
as I began to cry.
Such a Castle Paradise they are to find
a place to stay,
and a place to unwind.














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