flens tamen extremis dedit haec mandata querelis cum moribunda niger clauderet ora liquor: di maris Aegaei quos sunt penes aequora, venti, et quaecumque meum degravat unda caput, quo rapitis miseros primae lanuginis annos? attulimus longas in freta vestra comas.
Yet with his last lament he tearfully gave this charge, as the black waters closed his lips in death: Ye gods of the Aegean, in whose power lies the sea, ye winds, and you every wave that presses down my head, whither do ye snatch away the hapless years of my youths bloom? I brought boyish locks into your waters.
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