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��And once more Zarathustra sank into himself and again sat down on the great stone and meditated. Suddenly he jumped up.
" Pity ! Pity for the higher man ! " he cried out, and his face turned into brass. "Up! That hath had its time !
My woe and my pity, what matter? Do I seek for happiness? I seek for my work!
Up ! the lion hath come. My children are nigh. Zarathustra hath ripened. Mine hour hath come !
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- This is my morning. My day beginneth ! Come up, then, come up, thou great noon!"
Thus spake Zarathustra and left his cave, glowing and strong, like a morning sun which cometh from dark mountains.
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