Chapter 4
66 Words
Let us live and love,
not listening to old men’s talk.
Suns will rise and set
long after our little light
has gone away to darkness.
Kiss me again and again.
Let me kiss you a hundred times,
a thousand more, again a thousand,
without rest, losing count, so no
one can speak of us and say
they know the number of our kisses.
– Catullus
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