I don't have a house, but I do have a tent, I don't have a fixed address, but I am in no man's land, I don't have money, but I live on others' support, I don't have anything, but I do have a complete misery, I have tears on my face, but No one sheds tears for me, I have a lot of sufferings, but Nobody cares for me, I have the snakes and scorpions near me, but No friends or relatives near me, I have headaches and stomachs all the time, but No cure or medicine for me, and I am not carefree, but I am always With a lot of care and stress. I want to come back to my pretty house, but When will I come back to my pretty house! ?
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