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No delight in garlands  or deep wine-cups did that man provide me, no sweet din of flutes, that miserable man, or pleasing rest in the night.  And from love—god!—from love he has totally barred me. Here I lie uncared for, while heavy dews constantly wet my hair,  damp reminders of joyless Troy.
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