It stretcheth itself out, long--longer! it lieth still, my strange sou… — Thus Spake Zarathustra
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It stretcheth itself out, long--longer! it lieth still, my strange soul. Too many good things hath it already tasted; this golden sadness oppresseth it, it distorteth its mouth.
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