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174 ChIrsToPher mulrooneY cento what gift to match thy god-given hour of happiness a flower born within a garden close unknown of cattle uncut of plow gentled by the air sun-hardened raised by rain the many boys and many girls long after Catullus gives you greatmost thanks and he the worst of poets ranks so much the worst of poets ranks as you the bestmost of all patrons leave off every thought of any reward nor ever hope to see a man that’s grateful ...

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