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21 Cyprian, in my dream The folds of a purple kerchief shadowed your cheeks--the one Timas one time sent, a timid gift, all the way from Phocaea |
53 With his venom Irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down |
84 If you are squeamish Don't prod the beach rubble |
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