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Gongyla of Kolophon, you will become
A yoke mate tonight, be united in wedlock
I will lose a fine pupil but your bridegroom
Will gain a fine wife
Your robe is painted in gold as are your
Sandals strapped to your feet and
Your headgear colored with saffron
Your bridal finery, your purple robe
Cloaks you and yet reveals your shape
Bring the crowns of hyacinth, circlets
Upon your beautiful head, bring your
Wedding gifts of myrrh, cassia,
The perfumes from Arabia, the sheer purple
Hangings, the finely woven rugs are placed
Around your bed, all is prepared, come
To the yoking we go
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