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Sacred Texts: The Classics

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

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Lykas saw me coming, clad only in a short and filmy shift, so torrid was the day; he wished to mould my breast, which was uncovered. He took a handful of the finest clay, kneaded it in water, fresh and light. When he spread it gently on my skin, it was so cold I thought that I should faint.

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