“How could my brain have been so weak,To let me touch that woman's cheek.But if that's the way suck deeds are done,It's not very hard to beget a son.”
“He's killed my ox, has that young lad:The omens here are very bad.No such treasure will come my way, Never, though I grow old and grey.”
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