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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener: 51

Then finish the last song and let us leave.
Forget this night when the night is no more.
Whom do I try to clasp in my arms?  Dreams can never be made captive.
My eager hands press emptiness to my heart and it bruises my breast.

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