tu vero nudum pectus lacerata sequeris, nec fueris nomen lassa vocare meum, osculaque in gelidis pones suprema labellis, cum dabitur Syrio munere plenus onyx.
But you must follow with your bare breast torn, and not tire of calling on my name and press the final kisses on my frozen lips when the casket filled with Syrian offerings is bestowed.
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