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Pinings of youth that might not understand! For which I pined, Which I deemed changed with me, kin of my kind: But they grew old, and thus were doomed and banned: None but new kith are native of my land!
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Midday of life! My second youth’s delight! My summer’s park! Unrestful joy to long, to lurk, to hark! I peer for friends!—am ready day and night, For my new friends. Come! Come! The time is right!
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This song is done—the sweet sad cry of rue Sang out its end; A wizard wrought it, he the timely friend, The midday-friend—no, do not ask me who; At midday ’twas, when one became as two.
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We keep our Feast of Feasts, sure of our bourne, Our aims selfsame: The Guest of Guests, friend Zarathustra, came! The world now laughs, the grisly veil was torn, And Light and Dark were one that wedding-morn.