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Sacred Texts: The Classics

The Songs of Bilitis: II. Elegies At Mytilene: Metamorphosis

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I formerly was amorous of the beauty of young men, and the memory of their words, one time, would keep me long awake. I remember having carved a name in the bark of a sycamore. I remember having left a fragment of my gown upon the road where one was wont to pass.