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The crows scream
whirring wings and move to the city:
Soon it will snow. -
Blessed is the man who now has more home!

Now you're standing rigid,
You look back, oh! how long!
are What You fool
fled before winter in the world?

The World - a gateway to
thousand deserts dumb and cold!
who lost, have lost
what you think nowhere does halt.

Now you're standing pale,
cursed the winter-wandering,
the smoke the same, always looking for
The colder skies.

Fly, birds, buzzing
your song in the desert bird-sound! -
hiding, you fool,
your bleeding heart in ice and scorn!

The crows scream
whirring wings and move to the city:
Soon it will snow. -
Woe to him who has no home.
@ Friedrich Nietzsche