You ask me how many kisses will satisfy you, Lesbia, may it be more than enough.
How great are the numbers of sand in Libya
The lasarpiciferis lies in the blazing hot Cyprus
between the oracles of Jupiter and the Battius' ancient, sacred tombs;
or how many stars, when the night is quiet,
They see the hidden love of people:
To kiss you and kiss you more
is wild, Catullus, more than satisfying
Which neither they may be able to count
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