Well no one buys matches From the urchin in the street Though each one cans see She has no shoes on her feet They'll cook and eat By their Christmas tree Their children play with presents All warm and happy Alone with the man Alone with the man Alone with the man The man in the moon While her flesh starts to freeze They eat, drink and are happy And when next time their confessions they do make Will they remember the match girl Each one did break The one they left freezing Freezing on the street Without love And no shoes on her feet
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