My love says she would marry only me, And Jove himself could never make her care. What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
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My love says she would marry only me, And Jove himself could never make her care. What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
Катулл, Катулл. Избранная лирика