Answer:
You can only have it once you have given it.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.