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<title>The Little Match Girl 1</title><a href="ipod:music?playlist=The Little Match Girl&nowplaying=false">PLAY</a>
Most terribly cold it was; 
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it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening--the last evening of the year. 
~ĂAÂȂA--N̖łB
In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl,
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bareheaded, and with naked feet.
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When she left home she had slippers on,
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it is true;
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but what was the good of that?
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They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn;
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so large were they;
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and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street,
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because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.
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One slipper was nowhere to be found;
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the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it;
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he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself.
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So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet,
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that were quite red and blue from cold.
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She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand.
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Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day;
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no one had given her a single farthing.
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She crept along trembling with cold and hunger
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--a very picture of sorrow,
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the poor little thing!
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The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair,
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which fell in beautiful curls around her neck;
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but of that, of course, she never once now thought.
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From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose,
ǂ̑XC̋PLAAĂĂ邨ȍ肪܂B
for you know it was New Year's Eve;
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yes, of that she thought.
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In a corner formed by two houses,
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of which one advanced more than the other,
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she seated herself down and cowered together.
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Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder,
񂹂̏ȑ͑̂ɂ҂肭܂A͂ǂǂ񊦂ȂĂ܂B
and to go home she did not venture,
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for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money:
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from her father she would certainly get blows,
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and at home it was cold too,
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for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.
傫ȂЂъꂾ́AƂڂ؂łӂł܂Aɂ͕̂ĂĐޓV䂾Ȃ̂łB

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