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# 0051
There must come a full pause to weave perfection into music.
Life drops toward its sunset to be drowned in the golden shadow.
Love must be called from its play to drink sorrow and be borne to the heaven of tears.
Brother, keep that in mind and rejoice.

The Gardener, LXVIII
- Tagore -


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