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The True Story of Little Match Girl

On a cold of New Year Eve
In the dark alley that poor girl lives
She is already shivering
From a cold she is suffering

Young girl tries to sell some match
But nobody gives her any cash
She walks barefoot near the river
Because she has lost her slippers

She is afraid to go home early
Because her father will be angry
The young girl then sits down
On a dark cold ground

Poor girl starts lighting matches
Until it turns in to ashes
She sees several lovely visions
Luxurious feast and New Year Celebration

Hi, little young girl
You are beautiful thing in this world
What are you doing?
Oh, I see matches you are selling

Oh, my dear you look so tired
Let’s come to my house we have food and fire
No, please don’t run away from me
Go with me and you will see

You make me angry right now
I have no choice but to take you down
Stop running and lay on the ground
There is nobody can help you around

Now remove all your cloth
Don’t shy because there is only you and me in this road
I will not let you hurt for so long
Just until these matches gone

What an unfortunate soul
Now, poor girl catches cold
And last hope of her soul
Now go along with the cold

In next morning, they found young girl dead
They feel pity because they can’t help her before her death
Alas, I hope young girl can go to heaven
For the everything that happen
Written by TheParadoxMog
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