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Sacred Texts: The Classics

The Songs of Bilitis: I. Bucolics In Pamphylia: Tresses

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He said to me: "Tonight I dreamed a dream.-- Your hair came down and fell about my throat. Your locks were as a yoke about my neck, a black fan spreading on my breast. "And I caressed them; and they were my own; and we were bound together thus forever, by the same tresses, mouth on mouth, like two twin laurels with a single root.