48: At Noon
The Nietzsche Podcast
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Is There a Word for Those?
I sought where cutting winds are at their worst. Became a ghost that wanders over glaciers. I've become the ends of my bow kiss only the strongest bends his bow like this. For your own good, my friends, you leave my heart. Longing's dulcet cry died in my mouth. A wizard did it. Friend zarathustra came, the guest of guests. The world now laughs. Rent are the drapes of fright. The wedding is at hand. Of dark and light. New friends may come along. Let old ones go. Don't shut your gates. Once you were young, now you are even younger. One has to change to
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