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SILS-MARIA.

Here sat I waiting, waiting, but for naught!
Beyond all good and evil—now by light wrought

To joy, now by dark shadows—all was leisure,
All lake, all noon, all time sans aim, sans measure.

Then one, dear friend, was swiftly changed to twain,
And Zarathustra left my teeming brain. ...

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