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COut on the corner G7standin' so bold Stood a little paper boy so hungry and Ccold And as the crowd came G7passin' by These words he said with tears in his Ceyes
"Please buy a G7paper from me So I can get me somethin' to Ceat My clothes are ragged, no G7shoes on my feet" Said the little paper boy, there on the Cstreet
"Out in this cold wide G7world all alone I have no place on this earth to call Chome I haven't had the chance that G7other kids had I have no mother, nor even a Cdad
So please buy a G7paper from me So I can get me somethin' to Ceat My clothes are ragged, no G7shoes on my feet " Said the little paper boy, there on the Cstreet
Early next mornin' as the G7crowd passed by The little boy was gone and they wondered Cwhy They started searchin' and G7then found him dead He died with the papers under his Chead
No one was there his G7body to claim There he was lying but he felt no Cpain Now he has gone up to G7Heaven we know The little paper boy who died in the Csnow