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Why is day turning to night, mum,
With a wind so cold and keen?
Listen to the kitty, mum,
miaowing at the door.
The seagulls and the tern have nowhere to live.
Listen, the stars are singing 
They lull me to sleep. Why is day turning to night, mum, With a wind so cold and keen? Listen to the kitty, mum, miaowing at the door. The seagulls and the tern have nowhere to live. Listen, the stars are singing They lull me to sleep.
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