by Bénne
A child cries for his mother
Alone in the park nowhere was his brother
His father is now seen with another
And his sister showed no bother
They visit him Summers sun, autumn leaves
Winter’s snow and spring falls
In the park he cried till he was grown
But all through the years he was still alone
Nothing changed and he remained unknown
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