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Sacred Texts: The Classics

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

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Works of Lucian, Vol. IV: Dialogues of the Hetaerae: XI Similar meaning (56%)
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Alas! if I think of her my throat is parched, my head is drooped, my breasts grow hard and make me ill at case, I tremble and I weep the while I walk. If I see her my heart stops, my hands shake, my feet grow cold and fire mounts in my checks, while my temples pulse sadly on and on.

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