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SOME unseen fingers, like idle breeze,
are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
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.THE mystery of creation is like the darkness of night- it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.. Delusions of knowledge. the great Tagore of India
LISTEN, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you. great is Tagor of India. tony
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8/3/2025 1:05:38 PM # 1.0.0
Wise words. WHAT you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.