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1   T-I|         tristis: ~ happy, I once sang happy things, sad things~
2  T-II|  frivolous matter.~Though Ennius sang of war, with grave speech –~
3  T-II|        yet wanton Catullus often sang of his girl,~she whom, deceptively,
4  T-II|      tragedy demands.~And I also sang bodies changed to new forms, ~
5  T-IV|    Horace captivated us,~when he sang his polished songs to the
6  ExII|        your wedding torches,~and sang verses worthy of your blest
7 ExIII|       great undertaking,~while I sang your, and your mother’s,
8 ExIII| penetrates it all.~Happy, I once sang happy things, sad things