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Mother of the gods, beloved Night, one thing I beg of you, ah, I beg of you, Holy Night, companion in my love-revels!
If any one now lies happy under one cover with Heliodora, warmed by her sleep-cheating flesh, let the torch be extinguished. And let him lie asleep on her breast, another Endymion.
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