on commissary goldie's brains
lord, to account who dares thee call,
or e'er dispute thy pleasure?
else why, within so thick a wall,
enclose so poor a treasure?
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on commissary goldie's brains
lord, to account who dares thee call,
or e'er dispute thy pleasure?
else why, within so thick a wall,
enclose so poor a treasure?
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