Thousand times played organ
hic-ups and screeches:
Sima, it was Sima,
who hurt me so much.
It was Sima, Sima,
who took mine children away.
I do not know a cure.
I run away.
Behind me the barrel organ
plays its sad tune.
Copyright (c)October 2009
Marie Neumann, Pottsville, PA
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