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1   T-I|     and though the ocean’s stirred by wintry waves,~my heart
2  T-II|  cure me,~and the Muse who stirred the anger also calm it:~
3  T-IV|   when my mind’s inspired, stirred by the leafy thyrsus,~the
4  T-IV| time why hasnt your hand ~stirred itself to write me a few
5  T-IV|     not her real name,~she stirred my wit, she who was sung
6  ExIV|  words,~and public anger’s stirred by my verse.~Shall I never
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