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Used a darning needle
To kill that spider
That crawled up the wall
And crawled up inside her
Chivalry�s dead
And buried in dirt
Liars are rulers
Of mire and murk
So bonsoir to the egret
Bonsoir to the ibis
And the girl of the wind and the sea
I will pull in my net
For the storm is a brewing
With lust for the fiddlers three