Once we dreamt that we were strangers.We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for thisI had been waiting long.
The infant flower opens its bud and cries, "Dear World, please do notfade."
What is this unseen flame of darkness whose sparks are the stars?
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.
That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
--- by Tagore
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