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I have a poor relation, but He never troubles me. He's bowed with care; he wears an air Of abject misery. Yet, I am happy to relate He never is importunate.

I meet him often in the street; Sometimes he speaks with me; I know, indeed, he is in need— That's very plain to see. Yet, though he is in want, I own He never asks me for a loan.

His cuffs are frayed around the edge; His hat's a sight to see; His coat is torn; his pants are worn, And baggy at the knee. Yet, though his need is manifest, He never brings me one request.

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