ACON
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Bear me to Dictaeus,and to the steep slopes;to the river Erymanthus. I choose spray of dittany,cyperum, frail of flower,buds of myrrh,all-healing herbs,close pressed in calathes. For she lies panting,drawing sharp breath,broken with harsh sobs,she, Hyella,whom no god pities.
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