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You
too wanted greater things, but love forces
all of us down. Sorrow
bends us more tremendous,
but the arc doesn't return
without reason and sense
back to its point of
origin.
Upwards or down! In holy
Night,
where mute Nature ponders
coming days,
doesn't there reign in the
most twisted Orcus also
still something straight
and right?
This I learned. Never,
like mortal masters,
did you all-preserving
gods,
to my knowledge lead me
with caution
along the straight path.
The gods say that man
should test
everything, so that he
strongly nourished
learns be thankful for
everything, and understand
the freedom to set forth
wherever he will.
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