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The Sun Sinks - Friedrich Nietzsche
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The Sun Sinks Friedrich Nietzsche

The Sun Sinks - Friedrich Nietzsche
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Not much longer will you thirst,
Burned heart!
A promise is in the air,
Blowing to me from unknown mouths —
A great coolness comes ...
My sun stood hot over me at noon:
I welcome you, you that arrive
As sudden winds —
You cool spirits of afternoon!
The air passes by strange and pure.
Doesn't the night cast a furtive
Seductive glance
Towards me? ...
Remain strong, my brave heart!
Do not ask: why? —
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Day of my life!
The sun sinks.
Already the smooth rising tide
Stands gilded.
The rock breathes warmth:
Does happiness sleep well to noon
In its midday slumber?
In green lights
Happiness still plays over the brown abyss.
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