The whether

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A day passed by
The stars are twinkling in the sky
The birds are in their nests
To sleep and take their rest
The day was icy cold
The air was hard and bold
But I couldn't tell my whether
My mind was floating like a feather
My knees were running and jumping
Of what seems to be loving
But my heart was just like
The bitter cold weather

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