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Chorus
Tears are left for me; in my house sad memories of my son are stored; mournful tresses shorn from his head, garlands that he wore, <libations for the dead departed,> [975] and songs, but not such as golden-haired Apollo welcomes; and when I wake to weep, my tears will ever drench the folds of my robe upon my bosom.

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