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Of Cytherea, born in Cyprus, I will sing. She gives kindly gifts to men: smiles are ever on her lovely face, and lovely is the brightness that plays over it.
Hail, goddess, queen of well-built Salamis
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and sea-girt Cyprus; grant me a cheerful song. And now I will remember you and another song also.
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