Psittace, dux volucrum, domini facunda voluptas, humanae sollers imitator, Psittace, linguae, quis tua tam subito praeclusit murmura fato? hesternas, miserande, dapes moriturus inisti nobiscum, et gratae carpentem munera mensae errantemque toris mediae plus tempore noctis vidimus.
Parrot, chief of birds, your masters eloquent delight, Parrot, skilled mimic of human tongue: who cut short your murmurs by so sudden a fate? Yesterday, poor bird, you joined our meal, about to die. We saw you sampling the grateful tables gifts, wandering from couch to couch, past midnight.
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