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Ah here he comes, he comes, here he comes a-courting |
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To put all the Don Juans to shame |
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There'll be cadre dance for all the beautiful and homely |
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No one will slip away |
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From a spider |
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Oh dark is his web and thousand of creatures |
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In it they shine just like the stars |
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But more, more, more for even thousand of creatures |
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One heaven of orofices for all the arms |
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Of a spider |
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(Lalalai la lai la la...) |
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So here he comes, he comes, here he comes a-courting |
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And there they shine just like the stars |
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But more, more, more for even thousand of creatures |
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One heaven of orofices for all the arms |
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Of a spider |
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(Lalalai la lai la la...) |
