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O famous Salamis, you, I know, have your happy seat among the waves that beat your shore, eternally conspicuous in the eyes of all men.  But I, miserable, have long been delayed here, still making my bed through countless months in the camp on the fields of Ida.  I am worn by time and with anxious expectation still of a journey to Hades the abhorred, the unseen.
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