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Love (6)

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway, down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.
-- Alfred Noyes. The Highwayman.

Was aus Liebe gethan wird,
geschieht immer jenseits von Gut und Böse.
[That which is done out of love,
always takes place beyond good and evil.]
-- Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche. JGB, 4:153.

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