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1   T-V|    like its poet’s fate:~no sweetness will visit its whole song.~
2  ExII| learned tongue’s accustomed sweetness~move the heart of a hero
3  ExII|     us, by I know not ~what sweetness, and never allows us to
4   ExI|  comes.~I never thought any sweetness could be mine in Scythia,~
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