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1   T-I|         and deceived myself,~eyes turning back towards my dear ones.~
2  T-II|        friend of my disease –~I’m turning my sad feet to those heights
3 T-III|        Numa’s tiny palace.’~Then, turning right, here’s the gate to
4 T-III|         ran in fear from my ruin,~turning their backs against my friendship,~
5   ExI|       differ from death? –~by not turning away from a friend in need,~
6  ExIV| Callimachus’s tender path,~Passer turning to Tityrus and the ancient