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Where do spiders wander,in and out thunder?I will sit and wonder,with my Vegetable Friend.
Where do lions water,after casual slaughter?I will kiss the daughterof my Vegetable Friend.
Where the sky is glisteningnobody is listening,I'll go to the christeningof my Vegetable Friend.
It's raining in Europe,but I've got no proof.I've got the semolina blues.
Where two eggs are boilingthey will not need oiling,I'm for ever toilingwith my Vegetable Friend.
Under dirty sackingsomebody is cracking,nobody is lackinglike my Vegetable Friend.
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