Feet travails,Stamping the rocky fields,Voice of cheerfulness, heard aloud.Children prevail,Thus, upon the site, happiness remains.The care for what had they not was in existingIn satisfactory for the little begotten,They lived with love.To the east, they liveIn a hut, they slept,And their hearts remains please with what had they,In a hut,A lady robbed in an old rag glanced at what had she,Offsprings of hers,And to her knees, she fell...Her voice so little, her the heavens ignored her not,Her prayers were of thanks and not of riches,All wanted p'rhaps,----was happiness with a shower of grace aye running,Voices of cheerfulness,Marked aloud,By the fields of grace,Feet travailed.Speaks of a given family who with the little to none they had, they were ever grateful.
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