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The same stream of life that runs through my
veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in
rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into
tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the
ocean-cradle of life and death,
in ebb and flow.
Rabindranath Tagore
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