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poem 48
Iuventius, if I were always allowed
to kiss your honey-sweet eyes,
I might kiss you three hundred
thousand times, and never be sated,
not even if my kisses were more
than the crop’s ripe ears of wheat.
translated by:
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read by: Toni Andres
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