A crazed poet improvising his poetry 
Sees a pretty girl singing, begging on a shore 
She is an orphan, no parents 
She came here from no where 
Somebody perhaps dropped her
here from some mad house. 
Sing, sing, O pretty girl, be happy 
You do not know your misery 
Those who know their misery 
Can never be happy. You are 
blessed, you orphan, pretty mad girl.                
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