Tom: F
Introdução:
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You will hear me yelling Star
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As I run along the street
I have no hat upon my head
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No shoes upon my feet
I awfully cold and hungry sir
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My clothes are torn and thin
I wander about from place to place
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My daily bread to win
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I sell the morning papers sir
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My name is Jimmie Brown
Most everybody knows I am
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The newsboy of the town
Never mind, sir, how I look