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The towers rise up ahead, along the river Thames
A minstrel starts to sing.
The gentlemen bat their eyes and all the women sigh,
But I keep walking forwards and then with a grin on my face,
I'll return to you, Your Grace!

Our eyes entwined, a golden enchantment bestowed upon us,
Our hands slowly cemented our star-crossed love.

Oh from this day forward to thee I belong,
Oh, oh I belong.

No maiden nor concubine shall I become of thine,
No bastard to my name.
Oh my ruler I do implore forget, annul what was before!
And lead me, beguile me and make me whole.

Oh from this day forward to thee I belong,
Oh, oh I belong.

Henry, must we dwell on bygone days,
Must we act as in a bygone age,
While it is in your hands to separate!
Annul this marriage as head of state,
Break with Rome and break with fate.

My lips beckoning to kiss you, oh make me yours...
My hips beckoning to thrill you, oh make me yours...

And could thee comfort neither church nor the queen
My king, please be wise else my soul in prison lies.

Our eyes entwined, a golden enchantment bestowed upon us,
Our hands slowly cemented our star-crossed love.
Our lives entwined, the promise awaited now I am your bride.
Violently you commenced and shamed my pride.

Oh from this day forward I belong to thee,
Oh, oh I belong.

Lay with me, stay with me, for I to thee – belong, oh Lord!
Father in heaven please bless me with a son.

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