Seeing through the eyes of a poor woman

I wake up under a short cardboard today
With a freezing cold, neither a coffee I can´t buy
Eating some rest of food left by people in a dustbin
*Sometimes wanting to see a sweet hand between the mist
Taking me out of here*

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I´m standing in front of a bar
Looking through the glass door
Dying for hunger and thirst
I learned at necessity
Wandering by the city
Without a home to go

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I hold cents with my dirty wounded hands
And I saw happy faces passing by my side everyday
I was ever a poor woman and now I keep on being it
Who can tell me life is beautiful
When I´m so drawning in water

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In the night I´ve fell asleep beside a grey wall
And strange dreams come to me
Suddenly I laugh by inner
Then I wake up on a sidewalk
And reality come to me again

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