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QVID dicam, Gelli, quare rosea ista labella
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WHAT reason can I give, Gellius, why those ruddy lips
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hiberna fiant candidiora niue,
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become whiter than snow
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mane domo cum exis et cum te octaua quiete
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when you rise in the morning or the eighth hour awakes you
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e molli longo suscitat hora die?
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from your soft siesta in the long hours of the day?
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nescio quid certe est: an uere fama susurrat
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Something there is assuredly: is the gossip true
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grandia te medii tenta uorare uiri?
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that you swallow the big erections of a man?
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sic certe est: clamant Victoris rupta miselli
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So it is assuredly: poor Victor's ruptured thighs proclaim it,
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ilia, et emulso labra notata sero.
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and your lips marked by the liquid you have milked.
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