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The poor orphan toddler

Is locked in a dog-cage, crying

Clad in dirty dish rags...

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Father was tortured to death in the war;

Mother subsequently hung herself.

Awake the following morning

What despairing desolation...

Forlorn and confused, the small child

Froze in the room, and then

Tugged the white wedding gown...

Soft thud on the oak floor, blackness.

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Every noon the neighbors visited for tea

And cooked a nice lunch in sympathy

Purposing to solace the sad widow...

They knocked on the door... No answer...

They knocked again.

They quickly became worried and

Decided to enter the home, finding

The scene to be horrific indeed.

They carried the unconscious kid away

And brought her to a true new dismay.

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The poor orphan toddler

Is locked in a dog-cage, crying

Clad in dirty dish rags...