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l offer you my song...
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You are away, oh woe me!
The lilies don mourning,
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Water grows bitter with poison,
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Wine turns into vinegar.
Come, make lilies
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white again,
Give water back its taste,
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And let wine regain
its nectaric sweetness.
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As to the music,
envy should make Orpheus
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as green as Lucan is now.
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As to the verses...
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Pity they are not worse,
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because then l could find
fitting words of praise.
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l saw you
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naked, at the fountain.
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You thought nobody was watching,
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but l saw you
and l still see you like that,
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though now you are dressed.
Cast the robe away.
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Take it off, like Crispinilla did.
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Beautiful hands...
Oh, what beautiful hands!
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l've seen
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hands like those. But whose?
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My mother's!
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My mother's... Agrippina's...
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They say
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she walks in the moonlight...
at the sea,