She has the sharp eyes of one
Versed in commerce, but
The girl has dirty clothes.
She peers through the window
Into the other world,
They speak words she doesn´t know
And have infinite precious dollars
To pay for the food she will never taste.
She just wants one for the doll
She is trying to sell.
The man on the other side has a pale face,
And every day eats gourmet food.
He never sees the little Peruvian girls,
They don´t exist in his world.
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