in me tela manent, manet et puerilis imago: sed certe pennas perdidit ille suas; evolat heu nostro quoniam de pectore nusquam, assiduusque meo sanguine bella gerit.
With me still stay his darts, his boyish appearance stays: but he has certainly lost his wings, since nowhere from my breast does he fly away, but at the cost of my blood wages constant war.
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