Nec te puniceo rutilantem viscere, salmo, transierim, latae cuius vaga verbera caudae gurgite de medio summas referuntur in undas, occulttus placido cum proditur aequore pulsus.
Nor shall I pass thee by, O Salmon, with flesh of rosy red, the random strokes of whose broad tail from the mid-depths are reproduced upon the surface, when the still waters face betrays thy hidden course.
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