"You go to bed at twelve or one,
And thus destroy your health, my son."
"No, sir," the boy said drowsily,
"It's getting up that's killing me."
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"You go to bed at twelve or one,
And thus destroy your health, my son."
"No, sir," the boy said drowsily,
"It's getting up that's killing me."
