I see her bathing, her hills and valleys Are ripe for conquest, Bathsheba thrills me. Her dull sweet husband with army rallies Knows nothing, I flow into lust’s arms with glee. We disposed of him discretely, her man Of less exciting times now safely lost, The child was not his, however else can Such scandals…
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