What do you give?

The inequity,

Of such gift through love

Thus infinite on her part

To give me such favor

A sniffle, a scrape

And wind of gale

Whistle through

The night

To who I owe

For knowledge of Antigony

And and hallowed halls

Of morterboards

When my bounty is baron

And gloom prevail

Be it of one

That all should hail

Tis not a deity

Nor a Knight

No forged armor

Or round table plight

What such force

Could be above all

Above verse masters

Or heads of state

This is one force

To which gravity will bow

The love of a mother

Is champion of all

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