The shimmering lights catch your attention
The beautiful shawls awe you
You imagine the warmth,
That softness of Pashmina on your skin
But before you pass me by,
Before I become invisible to you
Spare a thought for me too.
The beautiful shawls awe you
You imagine the warmth,
That softness of Pashmina on your skin
But before you pass me by,
Before I become invisible to you
Spare a thought for me too.
I'm old; I'm cold.
But I don't complain
I toil a lot and bring you these vegetables
They are not branded
But I swear they're fresh
Spare a penny for me too...
But I don't complain
I toil a lot and bring you these vegetables
They are not branded
But I swear they're fresh
Spare a penny for me too...
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