I saw a beggar woman
Counting on her hands.
Sitting there with her cup
Counting on her hands.
Counting crows or counting sheep,
Counting till the day
Her tour of duty ends and then
She'll be on her way
To lands of castles, rich and dark,
Where pine trees and the meadow lark
Add a sense of meaning to
A life of something far and few,
A life that's simple, where one can
Count necessities on one hand.
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