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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539707" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Match Girl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was biting cold, and the falling snow,<br>Which filled a poor little match girl's heart with woe,<br>Who was bareheaded and barefooted, as she went along the street,<br>Crying, &quot;Who'll buy my matches? for I want pennies to buy some meat!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she left home she had slippers on;<br>But, alas! poor child, now they were gone.<br>For she lost both of them while hurrying across the street,<br>Out of the way of two carriages which were near by her feet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the little girl went on, while the snow fell thick and fast;<br>And the child's heart felt cold and downcast,<br>For nobody had bought any matchea that day,<br>Which filled her little mind with grief and dismay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! she was hungry and shivering with cold;<br>So in a corner between two houses she made bold<br>To take shelter from the violent storm.<br>Poor little waif! wishing to herself she'd never been born. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she grew colder and colder, and feared to go home<br>For fear of her father beating her; and she felt woe-begone<br>Because she could carry home no pennies to buy bread,<br>And to go home without pennies she was in dread. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The large flakes of snow covered her ringlets of fair hair;<br>While the passers-by for her had no care,<br>As they hurried along to their homes at a quick pace,<br>While the cold wind blew in the match girl's face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As night wore on her hands were numb with cold,<br>And no longer her strength could her uphold,<br>When an idea into her little head came:<br>She'd strike a match and warm her hands at the flame. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she lighted the match, and it burned brightly,<br>And it helped to fill her heart with glee;<br>And she thought she was sitting at a stove very grand;<br>But, alas! she was found dead, with a match in her hand! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her body was found half-covered with snow,<br>And as the people gazed thereon their hearts were full of woe;<br>And many present let fall a burning tear<br>Because she was found dead on the last night of the year, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that mighty city of London, wherein is plenty of gold -<br>But, alas! their charity towards street waifs is rather cold.<br>But I hope the match girl's in Heaven, beside her Saviour dear,<br>A bright reward for all the hardships she suffered here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Topaz+McGonagall">William Topaz McGonagall</a><div class=q>
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Which filled a poor little match girl's heart with woe,
Who was bareheaded and barefooted, as she went along the street,
Crying, &quot;Who'll buy my matches? for I want pennies to buy some meat!&quot; 

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