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Like a skillful helmsman, Clio, mistress of song, guide my thoughts now in a straight course, if you ever did before. For to the prosperous [5] island of Aegina queenly Victory commands me to go, to my hospitable friends, and adorn the god-built city and the strong-limbed wrestling at Nemea ... 1 ... friend ... [35] in the competitions of the neighboring people. They were honored with celebrations for thirty splendid victories, some in [Pytho,] others in the neck of Pelops' holy island, full of pine, [40] others in the precinct of Nemean Zeus, god of brilliant lightning flashes ... these ... and at the silver-whirling [Alpheus?] ...
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