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that someone sees another's pain and shows no care
As when the little matchgirl turned into a candy violet doll of nacre
All the kids I see pretend to,

a damn for poor little matchgirl.
Mr. Scatch is waiting, he pays her well.
She sells them her secrets and won't ever tell.
Better than the cold, better

And faraway from the city 
a poor little match-girl cries 
For her flame has died 
So dear little swallow wont 
you be my messenger one last time