hyper-literate/scribble-test/tests/scribble/docs/wrap.txt
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* WHEN Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake
of his home, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his
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spirit and his solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But
at last his heart changed, - and rising one morning with the rosy
dawn, he went before the sun, and spake thus unto it: Thou great star!
What would be thy happiness if thou hadst not those for whom thou
shinest!
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