“From High Mountains” (Nietzsche)

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This song is over — longing’s dulcet cry

Died in my mouth:

A wizard did it, friend in time of drought, The friend of noon — no, do not ask me who — At noon it was that one turned into two —

Sure of our victory, we celebrate

The feast of feasts:

Friend Zarathustra came, the guest of guests! The world now laughs, rent are the drapes of fright,

The wedding is at hand of dark and light —

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I have a Bachelor's Degree in History/Government and International Relations from George Mason University, and a Master's Degree in International Affairs with a Concentration in U.S. Foreign Policy from American University in Washington, DC. I was born in New York City, and have lived in Northern Virginia since childhood. I am an independent writer and an entrepreneur. I am also a book author.

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