SELECTED POETRY OF CATULLUS

Lesbia always talks bad about me, she never shuts up about it. I swear she loves me. How come? It's the same with me. I curse her with a vengeance, and I swear I love her. 9 (109, Copley) "happy" my darling, you say, "shall be this love, now and forever and ever between us … ................
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