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Catullus to Lesbia
O my Lesbia, let us live for loving. Suns can set and return to light the morrow, We, when once has sunk down the light of living, — One long night we must sleep, and sleep for ever. Give me kisses a thousand and then a hundred, One more thousand again, again a hundred, Many thousands of kisses give and hundreds, Kisses numberless like to sands on sea-shores, Burning Libya's sands in far Cyrene. Close confound the thousands and mix the hundreds Lest some envious Fate or eye discover The long reckoning of our love and kisses.
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