Spider, Spider, on my Wall.
Up in the corner,
Oh, so small,
Walk away while the time is right,
It will be too late for you if you wait all night.
Your dinner's outside.
It's getting cold.
Find a new home.
You need to roam.
See better things and leave my sight.
Your spinning is too rich for me.
Get away from he,
who resides in here.
This is not your house.
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