Cynthia namque meo visast incumbere fulcro, murmur ad extremae nuper humata tubae, cum mihi somnus ab exsequiis penderet amoris, et quererer lecti frigida regna mei.
For I dreamt that Cynthia, who had lately been buried to the drone of the funeral trumpet, was leaning over my bed when after my loves interment sleep hovered over me and I bemoaned the cold empire of my bed.
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