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O, Poseidon! If you had any joy of our love,
Aphrodite’s sweet gift, stay the bronze spear of
Oinomaus, speed me on the swiftest of
chariots down by Pisa’s river, and clothe me about in strength, for he has already killed twelve,
and puts off his daughter’s wedlock.
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