Oh my master, Oh my master
beseech your kindness and care for me
I race all way, all day
To bear your load
In scorching sun I scurry
My feet swell up, my spinal aches
But still, I rush all way
For you to be glad
I never ask a penny
I never ask for luxury
Even my demise will
pay you pounds
Till I serve you
All I desire is just my chow
Water to quench thirst
sans whipping , sans thrashing
when I march with your burden
Oh my master, oh my master
Will you grant me this wish??

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