decipiorque miser, quotiens mollissima tango ora manu primique sequor vestigia floris nescius et gracili digitos lanugine fallo?
Is it my ill fortune to be deceived whenever my hand touches my tender cheeks and when unconsciously I trace the marks of my first bloom and beguile my fingers with the slender down?
final_alignments\Calpernius_Siculus_Bucolics.json