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Io pan, io pan, come over the sea, from Sicily and from Arcadia,
roaming as Bacchus, with faunus and pars, and nymphs and satyrs for Thaigars,
on a milk-white ass, come over the sea to me, to me.
Come with Apollo in bridal dress, shepherdess and pitoness,
come with Archimedes, sick and shed, and watch thy white-tide, beautiful god.
