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Or maybe it’s the fond recollection
When you were the Musa to abjection.
A jovial girl who’d dance with aplomb
You have been dragged through some kind of pogrom.

I now end this Eneyida of mine
To leave you, Dido, it is the right time.
The hour of my deliverance draws near,
I devoted to you almost a year.

It would have been best, from what I discern,
If when you first left, you did not return.
It’d be a desert, without your release,
But it would be peace.

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