sensit adesse Dies, piceo Nox obvia nimbo lucentes turbavit equos; procul arduus Atlans horruit et dubia caelum cervice remisit.
Day felt her at hand, Night met him with a pitchy cloud and scared his bright horses. Afar steep Atlas shuddered and let go the sky from his unsteady neck.
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