A deedyour lovely faceif not, winterand no painI bid you, Abanthis,take up the lyreand sing of Gongyla as again desirefloats around youthe beautiful. When you saw her dressit excited you. I'm happy.The Kypros-born onceblamed mefor prayingthis word:I want
-Sappho
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