The Moonlit night she is in total darkness,
Sewing different beautiful dresses
And she won't charge much only very few for her living.
The old machine covers her cries with its monotonous drone.
She wears the darned gown everyday
And never make a new one for her while others participate in dress Rehearsals.
nimal dunuhinga
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