candida nunc molli subeant convivia luco; blanditiaeque fluant per mea colla rosae, vinaque fundantur prelis elisa Falernis, perluat et nostras spica Cilissa comas.
Now let the white-clothed banqueters enter the leafy grove, and the charm of roses stream around my neck; let wine crushed in Falernian presses be poured, and let Cilician saffron drench my locks.
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