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 1   T-I|        books on changing forms,~songs saved just now from my funeral
 2   T-I|       him halt the music of his songs, as I do mine.~ ~ The End
 3  T-II|        to my light labours, the songs of youth,~stirring my feelings
 4  T-II|        I made sweet pleasurable songs in such a way~that no scandal
 5  T-II| punishment:~I’d published those songs when I passed before you,~
 6  T-IV|        take them ~in good part, songs no better than my fate.~~
 7  T-IV|       when he sang his polished songs to the Italian lyre.~Virgil
 8   T-V|      will there be to these sad songs, Ovid,’ you ask:~the same
 9   T-V|       less.~So, as you may make songs empowered by Apollo,~keep
10   T-V|        place.~You write that my songs are being danced now~to
11   T-V|       is hard, my friend, since songs~are the product of joy,
12 ExIII|     barely turn itself to happy songs.~Cheerful words, though
13  ExIV|         long ~to mention, whose songs people possess:~and youths