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On the Bed

On the bed
Before another day’s
Toil
I whisper to myself
As a quiet prayer
The words of Zarathustra:
A man who has no chaos within
Can not give birth to a dancing star.
There is chaos in you, there is chaos in you!
There is, there is, there is.

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