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On the Bed

On the bed
Before another day
Work
I whisper to myself
Like a silent prayer
The words of Zarathustra:
A man who not in him chaos
Can not give birth to a star dancing.
There is in you chaos, there is in you chaos!
There is, there is, there is.

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