I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words. — Ovid
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words. — Ovid
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words. — Ovid
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words. — Ovid
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words. — Ovid
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I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

— Ovid
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