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an endless parade of humanity emerges from the shadowy hive of the city when night falls
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wise Peter Pumpkin sees them all, knows them all, loves them all
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his good humor boundless, Peter Pumpkin greets all with a toothy smile
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| c'mon gimme a swig u bogart... | |
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