Fugit ecce vagas ratis acta per undas paulatim minor et longe servantia vincit lumina, tot gracili ligno complexa timores, teque super reliquos, te, nostri pignus amoris, portatura, Celer.
See the vessel flies, driven over the wandering waves; gradually she dwindles, defeating the eyes that hold her from afar, clasping so many fears in her slender timbers. And you she shall carry, you above the rest, charge of my love, Celer.
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