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]sing to usthe one with violets in her lap]mostly]goes astray

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Once again Love, that loosener of limbs,bittersweet and inescapable, crawling thing,seizes me.

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The touched heart madly stirs,your laughter is water hurrying over pebbles - every gesture is a proclamation,every sound is speech...

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]Sardisoften turning her thoughts here]you like a goddessand in your song most of all she rejoiced.But now she is conspicuous among Lydian womenas som...more

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their heart grew coldthey let their wings down

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In fact she herself once blamed meKyprogeneiabecause I prayed this word:I want.