certum est in silvis, inter spelaea ferarum, malle pati tenerisque meos incidere amores arboribus: crescent illae, crescetis, amores.
Well I know that in the woods, amid wild beasts dens, it is better to suffer and carve my love on the young trees. They will grow, and you, my love, will grow with them.
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