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I simply want to be dead.
Weeping she left me
with many tears and said this:
Oh how badly things have turned out for us.
Sappho, I swear, against my will I leave you.
And I answered her:
Rejoice, go and
remember me. For you know how we cherished you.
But if not, I want
to remind you
...and beautiful times we had.
For many crowns of violets
and roses
...at my side you put on
and many woven garlands
made of flowers
around your soft throat
And with sweet oil
costly
you anointed yourself
and on a soft bed
delicate
you would let loose your longing
and neither any ...nor any
holy place nor
was there from which we were absent
no grove... no dance
...no sound