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Исполнитель: Judy Small

альбом: Ladies & Gems

There must be a million stories in that weather beaten face
In all t he years I've watched her I never heard her voice
But slipping in between the cars are never in the way
As she sells th daily papers on the corner at White Bay
Her shoes were built for comfort as she marches up and down
A little wizened figure scarcely more than skin and bone
Even though the winds about to sweep her right away
As she sells the daily paper on the corner at White Bay
The pennies that she makes to help make the pension void
For its not the love of working to keeper constantly employed
Seven days in a week she's there just to earn her meagre pay
As she sells he daily papers on the corner at White Bay
Like Sally with her costume bag f this man of. His. Four w heeled carT
For a man who wrote eternity she's a beat of Sydney's heart
Even though she think ps the people would think of her this way
As she sells the daily papers on the corner at White Bay

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