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THE LORDLESS MASTER
The beads of sweat roll briskly down my poor head,
I look around to and fro
To ascertain that no strange eyes pity my ugly face.
My shattered shoes dance to the tune of hardship.
Who will listen to my suffered heart?
Days of abject poverty with account in red.
Failure, my right hand friend is a pro.
He ceases never to leave his burdensome place.
Oh! how do I run from this strict lordship?
Who will listen to my suffered heart?
The stiff hand of penury on my head,
Weaken my dirty immune from up to toe.
How do I free myself from this terrible race?
Who will indeed save me from this strict lordship?
Who will listen to my suffered heart?
© Faculty 💥
I look around to and fro
To ascertain that no strange eyes pity my ugly face.
My shattered shoes dance to the tune of hardship.
Who will listen to my suffered heart?
Days of abject poverty with account in red.
Failure, my right hand friend is a pro.
He ceases never to leave his burdensome place.
Oh! how do I run from this strict lordship?
Who will listen to my suffered heart?
The stiff hand of penury on my head,
Weaken my dirty immune from up to toe.
How do I free myself from this terrible race?
Who will indeed save me from this strict lordship?
Who will listen to my suffered heart?
© Faculty 💥
