ludite: iam Nox iungit equos, currumque sequuntur matrix lascivo sidera fulva choro, postque venit tacitus furvis circumdatus alis Somnus et incerto Somnia nigra pede.
So take your sport. Now Night is yoking her team; and on their mothers car follow the golden Stars, a capering troupe, while behind comes Sleep the silent, enwrapped in dusky wings, and black Visions of the night with wavering steps.
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