Be the mother of my children, be my own mother
Take a portion from my boner, don't be the other
Feed 'em in your stomach, take us to your shoulder
Be the mother of my children, be my own mother ...
Future wife,
So I heard you say you'll stay with me,
Through all my infinite years, and the unwonted nights of imperfections
So I heard you say you'll bear with me, ...
I thought to do a deed of chivalry,
An act of worth, which haply in her sight
Who was my mistress should recorded be
And of the nations. And, when thus the fight
Faltered and men once bold with faces white
Turned this and that way in excuse to flee,
I only stood, and by the foeman's might
Was overborne and mangled cruelly.
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