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The Songs of Bilitis: The Tomb of Bilitis: Last Epitaph

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Beneath the black leaves of the laurel, 'neath the amorous blooms of the rose, 'tis here I am resting forever; I who could weave verses together, I who could make kisses to bloom. I grew up in the land of the Nymphs; I lived on the island of lovers; I died on the island of Kypris. That is why my name is distinguished, and my monument polished with oil.

The Songs of Bilitis: The Tomb of Bilitis: Last Epitaph

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