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D AVUS , I detest
Orient display;
Wreaths on linden drest,
Davus, I detest.
Let the late rose rest
Where it fades away:—
Davus, I detest
Orient display.

Naught but myrtle twine
Therefore, Boy, for me,
Sitting 'neath the vine,—
Naught but myrtle twine;

Fitting to the wine,
Not unfitting thee;
Naught but myrtle twine
Therefore, Boy, for me.
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