Do not sing, thou prairie-bird, my soul! Do not even whisper! Lo--hush… — Thus Spake Zarathustra
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Do not sing, thou prairie-bird, my soul! Do not even whisper! Lo--hush! The old noontide sleepeth, it moveth its mouth: doth it not just now drink a drop of happiness--
Open Scriptures Hebrew Bible (WLC), CC BY 4.0