pythia_txt

old predictions, paraphrased.

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γνῶθι σεαυτόν - μηδὲν ἄγαν - ἐγγύα πάρα δ'ἄτα

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a laughing laughter. ask your question

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pulling her past in an unsteady myth. the oracle is awake

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@squidryo let that city which is first to make sacrifice in leuke have it. on the day agreed upon each party must start from its own city at sunrise.

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a strange love. pythia listens.

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@Nerienis tell the emperor that my hall has fallen to the ground. phoibos no longer has his house, nor his mantic bay, nor his prophetic spring; the water has dried up.

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a fresh, bright summer... ask your question

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reaching through on a fearless day... alone, pythia dreams

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a familiar, rightfully given love... pythia is awake

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an unflinching, faint answer... the oracle waits

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young men playing dice on a snarling day... pythia is awake

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a fearless field... the oracle waits

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an old, wary snow. pythia listens.

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@apolloswolf let that city which is first to make sacrifice in leuke have it. on the day agreed upon each party must start from its own city at sunrise.

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following somewhere. pythia is listening

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an unfamiliar, warm grief... pythia is listening

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@squidryo pray to the winds. they will prove to be mighty allies of greece.

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a familiar, heavy story... ask your question

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an unflinching, blue field... alone, pythia dreams

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holding their hand in a found autumn. pythia is listening

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reaching through on a graceful day... the oracle waits