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This is my favourite translation so far.
When I look at you, my voice fails me;
My tongue is broken. Through my body
A fire runs, burning, tingling.
My eyes cannot see, my ears hear a roaring noise,
Sweat pours down me, I shiver and shake.
I am paler than grass in autumn.
I feel as if death is close upon me.
I am lost in love.
Stereotype or no, I fucking love Sappho.
My tongue is broken. Through my body
A fire runs, burning, tingling.
My eyes cannot see, my ears hear a roaring noise,
Sweat pours down me, I shiver and shake.
I am paler than grass in autumn.
I feel as if death is close upon me.
I am lost in love.
Stereotype or no, I fucking love Sappho.
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Niiiice.
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