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BEFORE SUNRISE 239
chances, that for me thou art a god-like table for god- like dice and dice-players !
But thou blushest ? Spake I things unutterable ? Did I revile whilst intending to bless thee ?
Or is it the shame by two which maketh thee blush ? Dost thou bid me go and be silent, because now the day cometh ?
The world is deep, and deeper than ever day thought it might. Not everything is allowed to have language in presence of the day. But the day cometh ! Now therefore let us part!
T - Oh, sky above me. Thou bashful ! Thou glowing ! Oh, thou my happiness before sunrise ! The day cometh ! Now therefore let us part ! "
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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