The white skin, puffed with motherly careses
Got rough, now and then
We call it a donkey, dumb career of uncalculated stuffs
He, who climbs, wears black robes
He looks romantic, with a cruel soul though
He whips, he pleases to whip
A dumb donkey into pitch darkness
My white skin has got foolmark
Dotted like Egyptian tigress
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