She's such fun tonight

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• Odradek

  2016-11-20 14:23:08

  My dreams exceed my real life

  WHATE’ER is born of mortal birth
  Must be consumèd with the earth,
  To rise from generation free:
  Then what have I to do with thee?
  The sexes sprung from shame and pride,	5
  Blow’d in the morn; in evening died;
  But Mercy chang’d death into sleep;
  The sexes rose to work and weep.
  Thou, Mother of my mortal part,
  With cruelty didst mould my heart,	10
  And with false self-deceiving tears
  Didst bind my nostrils, eyes, and ears;
  Didst close my tongue in senseless clay,
  And me to mortal life betray:
  The death of Jesus set me free:	15
  Then what have I to do with thee?