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1   T-I| extinct, quenched by enduring sorrows! –~or you’d be first among
2   T-V|     air,~so I’m burdened with sorrows: if I tried to count them,~
3  ExII|        turned to stone by her sorrows!~And you, Phaethon’s sisters,
4  ExII|     your lips on behalf of my sorrows,~whenever the judge is as
5  ExII|     as I was trying to end my sorrows with a sword,~saying: ‘What
6  ExII|      be fixed on its familiar sorrows,~and learn the words the
7  ExII|     awake instead: my endless sorrows awake too,~since the place
8   Ind|       and shared its joys and sorrows. Their altar was the hearth,