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by Gaius Valerius Catullus
Translated by David Mulroy Sparrow, the special delight of my girl, whom often she teases and holds on her lap and pokes1 with the tip of her finger, provoking counterattacks with your mordant2 beak3, whenever my luminous4 love desires something or other, innocuous fun, a bit of escape, I suppose, from her pain, a moment of peace from her turbulent passion, I wish I could play like she does with you and lighten the cares of my sorrowful soul. It thrills me as much as the nimble girl in the story was thrilled by the gilded5 apple that finally uncinched her virginal gown. 点击收听单词发音
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