Sad song of a remote village factory girl
Her soft fingers are ideal for a piano reeds to make a classic musical note
But she struggles with hard steel and turn them into tools.
Sharpen tools go to the market and she comes home with a blunt heart.
She re-counts her small daily wage for her wedding dress
But her partner still fights to earn something.
In her fading dreams she hears the wedding bells
While the boy who writes his beautiful curriculum vitae to another World.
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