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	On the throne of many hues, Immortal Aphrodite, child of Zeus, weaving wiles--I beg you not to subdue my spirit, Queen, with pain or sorrow
	but come--if ever before having heard my voice from far away you listened, and leaving your father's golden home you came
	in your chariot yoked with swift, lovely sparrows bringing you over the dark earth thick-feathered wings swirling down from the sky through mid-air
	arriving quickly--you, Blessed One, with a smile on your unaging face asking again what have I suffered and why am I calling again
	and in my wild heart what did I most wish to happen to me: "Again whom must I persuade back into the harness of your love? Sappho, who wrongs you?
	For if she flees, soon she'll pursue, she doesn't accept gifts, but she'll give, if not now loving, soon she'll love even against her will."
	Come to me now again, release me from this pain, everything my spirit longs to have fulfilled, fulfill, and you be my ally
	Sapphic Erotica