I cross him at least ten times every day
He has never been more than a feet away,
I have never seen him without that smile
Or that arm stretched for alms all the time
Most of us don't care, some of us condemn
He will smile again whenever he see them
For all he wants is find a way to fill his needs.
We will never understand the way they feel
Not until the day we are poor and we deal
With rich men, and then we might really feel
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