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You want to know how many of your gros bisous,

Lesbia, would be enough for me, enough to spare?

As great as the number of grains of Libyan sand

That lie on silphium-bearing Cyrene

Between the oracle of steamy Jupiter

And the holy tomb of old King Battus;

Or as many as the stars, when night is quiet,

That watch the secretive liaisons of men:

To give you this many kisses

Is enough and more for crazy Catullus,

Which neither meddlers could count out

Nor utter evil spells about.