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| | The Little Match Girl(PHC) |
 | | A little girl, with no hat on her head and no shoes on her feet, went along the street of the big city. |
 | | And she took the whole box of matches, and lit them all at once, and they went up in a beautiful blaze as bright as day, and the old grandmother took the little girl in her arms, and they flew up together in brightness and joy, and there was no cold, or hunger, or sorrow. |
 | | But in the corner by the houses, in the cold dawn, the little girl was sitting, a smile on her dead lips, and a box of burned matches in her cold little hand. |
| prairiehome.publicradio.org /programs/19961224/96_1224MATCH.htm (648 words) |
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