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Going to Bed

All up the wooden hill I go.
Quickly, quickly,
It's such a cold dark place you know.
Quickly, quickly,
The wind will blow the candle so.

Such ugly shadows on the floor.
Quickly, quickly
And after me come more and more.
Quickly. quickly!
Hurrah! I've reached the nursery door.

All right.


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