at mihi cum noctes induxit vesper amaras, si qua relicta iacent, osculor arma tua; tum queror in toto non sidere pallia lecto, lucis et auctores non dare carmen aves.
As for me, when the evening star brings on the bitter nights, I kiss any arms of yours that lie left at home; then I complain that the blanket lies not smooth all over the bed, and that the dawn birds are slow to utter their song.
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