Hold your mad hands! for ever on your plain
Must the gorged vulture clog his beak with blood?
For ever must your Niger's tainted flood,
Roll to the ravenous shark his banquet slain?
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Somebody wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Mad hands and vultures gorging their beaks and ravenous sharks and godless treachery? Teach you to trade with pirates.
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Somebody wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Mad hands and vultures gorging their beaks and ravenous sharks and godless treachery? Teach you to trade with pirates.