Broken and old, beneath the open skies
To find a shelter, she fruitlessly tries
To conquer darkness, her struggles in vain
she cringes meekly under the onslaught of pain
She shivers and moans, chilled to the bone
In this cruel world, shattered and alone
The emancipated dweller of broken pavements
An embodiment of eternally solitary laments
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