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I sent out two men and a runner to learn what race of men that land sustained. They fell in, soon enough with the Lotus-Eaters who showed no harm, only offering the sweet Lotus to us.
But those who ate this honeyed plant, never cared to report, nor to return: they longed to stay forever, browsing on that native bloom, forgetful of their homeland.
I drove them, all three wailing, to the ships tied them under there rowing benches and called the rest:
All hands aboard come,clear the bench and no one taste the Lotus.
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