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thine

eyes, O

beloved

Life! And

into the

unfathomable

have I

again

seemed to

sink.—

Thus sang

Zarathustra.

But when

the dance

was over

and the

maidens

had

departed,

he became

sad. “The

sun hath

been long

set,” said

he at

last, “the

meadow is

damp, and

from the

forest

cometh

coolness.

An unknown

presence

is about

me, and

gazeth

thoughtfully.

What! Thou

livest

still,

Zarathustra?

Why?

Wherefore?

Whereby?

Whither?

Where?

How? Is it

not folly