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Where two spiders wander |
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In and out of thunder |
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I will sit and wonder with my vegetable friend |
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Where two lions water |
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After casual slaughter |
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I will kiss the daughter of my vegetable friend |
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Where the fire's glistening |
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Nobody is listening |
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I will do the christening of my vegetable friend |
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It's raining in Europe |
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But I've got no proof |
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I've got the semolina blues |
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Where two legs are boiling |
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They will not need oiling |
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I'm forever toiling with my vegetable friend |
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Under dirty sacking |
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Somebody is cracking |
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Nobody is lacking like my vegetable friend |
