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Poetic

Let’s live, Lesbia, let us love while we live!

and we’ll take all the tales of evil old age

and we’ll price them a puny penny each, yes!

Suns may fall, but they rise again for morning,

when we fall, we are doomed to rest in mourning

with one night, only one forever night time.

Kiss me now with a thousand, then a hundred,

then more thousand, and then a second hundred,

thousands more! go again! another hundred!

let’s kiss so many thousands more than men can

count, let’s throw our counting hands away, let

us not know, nor a bad or jealous man get

sad, mad, sad when he knows the count of kisses.

Literal

Let's love, my Lesbia, and let's live,

and let's value all the mutterings of stern old men

at one as.

Suns can set and return,

when our brief light has set once,

there is one eternal night for us to sleep.

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,

then another thousand, then a second hundred,

then yet another thousand, then a hundred!

Then, when we have done many thousands,

we will mix them all up, so that we don't know,

or so that no evil man would be able to be jealous

if he knew there were so many kisses

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