Answer:
A little girl sat on a bench.
Drenched in rain, face full of sorrow.
I asked her where she came.
<em>From places far away.</em>
<em>From places unknown.</em>
<em>There was my home.</em>
I shared my umbrella, for she was wet.
I dried her up.
She owed no debt.
For she had a hard life.
With hardships and conditions to fight.
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