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He is looking for the little boy. 

 " Little boy, little boy, "where are 



you ? " 

 Boy Blue blows the horn. 

 He blows it again and again. 

 The little boy jumps from the 



ground. 

 "Come, little boy, it is cold. 

 You are covered with snow. 

 Come with me." 



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