ipse cava solans aegrum testudine amorem mr te, dulcis coniunx, te solo in litore secum, te veniente die, te decedente canebat.
But he, solacing an aching heart with music from his hollow shell, sang of you, dear wife, sang of you to himself on the lonely shore, of you as day drew nigh, of you as day departed.
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