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138 For when you chuck a coin his way He’ll let some street-boy thieve it. I fear he freezes in the night; My praise I’ve long repented, Yet look! his face is all alight… Blind Peter seems contented.

I sought the trails of South and North, I wandered East and West; But pride and passion drove me forth And would not let me rest.