by the cold pavements

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Sitting by the cold pavements
of the crowded sidewalk
Smiling at every person passing by
while they give me awful glance

I can still remember
the first time we met
You smiled at me
and wave your hand

You were, for the first time
who dares to look me in the eye
You held my hand
and gave me alms

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