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The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.

Rabindranath Tagore

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
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Leaving Season Sing Summer
I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
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Deep Myself Song
Power said to the world, you are mine. The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, I am thine. The world gave it the freedom of her house.
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Freedom Home Love Power Prison World Yourself
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.
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Heart Myself Pain
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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Dream Important Strange Wake Up
Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward by outward beauty.
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Beautiful Love Seek
Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
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Darkness Faith Feeling Light
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, In life after life, in age after age, forever.
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Age Life Myself True Love Yourself
Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
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Acceptance Gift Love Wait
Patriotism cannot be our final spiritual shelter; my refuge is humanity. I will not buy glass for the price of diamonds, and I will never allow patriotism to triumph over humanity as long as I live.
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Humanity Live Patriot Price Spiritual
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
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Feeling Myself Smile Wait Yourself
God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.
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Flower Gift God Hands Man Wait Win
I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.
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Flower Lost Morning Myself Stars
I have lost my dewdrop , cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars.
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Flower Lost Morning Myself Stars
Never be afraid of the moments–thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
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Fear Moments Sing Voice
Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.
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Freedom Love Philosophy Prison

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