An orphan baby is far from that hot blanket
Looking a little warm in a whopping winter night
All babies are sleeping on their mother's chest
Warm and love twist in twice tightly
A big man saw the orphan when the man was,
underneath a hot blanket with a merrily mood
Reminds him a long before-
Was longing him a cruel past happened-
There day was crushed and shattered
Dark pinched-hit the moon
Sun was under shadow in a long time-
Mother was sighing in a shack
The big man called the little orphan
Loan him a little warm for a smile of interest
As it fill the gap of an empty cold heart
A priceless return to big man mother's sighs……
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