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 1   T-I|    s clear you’re mine.~But enter quietly so my verse won’
 2 T-III|    that no happy man should enter.~This then, though the great
 3  ExII|      I’m one not allowed to enter any kind of tree:~I’m one
 4 ExIII|   on giant columns,~and you enter it by a flight of forty
 5 ExIII|     where it wishes.~When I enter the City like that, unseen
 6  ExIV|    as December closes~he’ll enter into on the first of January.~
 7  ExIV|     Hypanes, and Cales,~all enter, the Halys writhing, full
 8  ExIV| Two-tick-a-nus.~Nor can you enter a poem disguised as Tutti-car-nus,~
 9  IBIS|      and, carved in pieces, enter your father’s gut.~May the
10   Ind|     The first Greek ship to enter the Black Sea. Its arrival