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…dug by little moles [], angry jealous spies, got telephones for eyes, come t' you as friends, all those endless ends, that can't be tied, oh they make me laugh, an' always make me cry, til they drop like flies, an' sink like polished stones, of all th' stones i throw, how does that ol' song go how does that ol' song go…

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