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The Gardener LI: Then Finish the Last Song
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.
poem
by
Rabindranath Tagore
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