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1   T-I| friendship~as deeply, if he’d not gone down to the infernal waters.~
2   T-I|        the ocean winds?~Is it all gone, drowned in Lethe’s waters?~
3   T-I|         round when your wealth is gone.~As a shadow trails those
4   T-I|        night’s veil, the crowd is gone.~I pray this might always
5 T-III|         alive in the city now I’m gone,~let him know that, beneath
6  ExII|          too lived years that are gone without a stain:~though
7  ExII|         rhythm.~But my appetite’s gone: I push away meals I’m served,~
8 ExIII|         former talent),~my powers gone, am strengthened by your
9  ExIV|        lands and seas, a year has gone.~The act of consolation