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Then Mr. Stevenson went out into his own garden and plucked this:
In winter, I go up at night
And curl that curl by candle-light;
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to curl it twice a day.
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Then Mr. Stevenson went out into his own garden and plucked this: In winter, I go up at night And curl that curl by candlelight; In summer, quite the other way, I have to curl it twice a day.
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