The woman and the pushcart
Stick like glue
The woman and the pushcart
Were friends so true
The woman and the pushcart
Go around the town
Everyday you can see them
Picking bottles
Picking newspapers
Picking cold foods
The woman and the pushcart
Comfort and take care each other
To the rain
To the sun
To the storm
To the snow
The woman and the pushcart
Grow old together
The woman and the pushcart
Is getting weaker
The woman in the pushcart
Died and buried in the cold snow
-Angelbunn
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