The Chimney Sweeper
When I was young, my Mom died
My father sold me to others
At that time, I could not say clearly “weep”
But I have to sweep the chimney
Tom’s hair is curled, and when it was shaved, he cried.
I said to Tom,” Do not worry. When your head is bare, the soot will not spoil your white hair.”
That night, Tom was quiet.
When he was sleep, he had a wired dream.
He saw that all of the sweepers were locked in black coffins.
Then, an angel came and freed all of the sweepers with a bright key.
They leap, laugh, run, and wash themselves in the shining river.
Then, they were naked and they left the bags behind.
They went up to the cloud and played games in the wind.
The angel told Tom that if he would be a good boy, the God will be your father and let you happy forever.
Then Tom waked up in the dark room.
They carried their bags and brushed to work.
Although it was cold morning, Tom felt happy and warm.
When people do well their own duties, they will not feel fear.
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