classical history
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The lofty gods, in counsel high enthroned
Survey’d the earth, all splendors brightly shown,
Yet soon the Fates, discord by their wings,
the people paused, mulling over history's words, then asked, "and what is the sun? does it die at night when our cities collapse and our people smother it with their own versions of history? or does it
the people paused, mulling over history's words, then asked "and what is the sun? does it die at night when our cities collapse and our people smother it with their own versions of history? or does it
