You are my slave
I'm your master
Bow down before me
I'm your master
Put no one above me
I'm your master
I rue the day
I'm your master
Come forth my wretched slave
I'm your master
A task is at hand
I'm your master
A stand of triumph
against our foes
I'm your master
Sow your rows
I'm your master
Don't you know?
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