| Nothing lasts forever
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| No one lives forever
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| Keep that in mind, and love
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| Our life is not the same old burden
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| Our path is not the same long journey
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| The flower fades and dies
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| We must pause to weave perfection into music
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| Keep that in mind, and love
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| My beloved, in you I find refuge
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| Love droops towards its sunset
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| To be drowned in the golden shadows
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| Love must be called from its play
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| And love must be born again to be free
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| Keep that in mind, and love
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| My beloved, in you I find refuge
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| Without seeing my love, I cannot sleep
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| Let us hurry to gather our flowers
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| Before they are plundered by the passing winds
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| It quickens our blood and brightens our eyes
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| To snatch kisses that would vanish
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| If we delayed
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| Our life is eager
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| Our desires are keen
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| For time rolls by
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| Keep that in mind, and love
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| My beloved, in you I find refuge
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| Beauty is sweet for a short time
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| And then it is gone
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| Knowledge is precious
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| But we will never have time to complete it
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| All is done and finished
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| In eternal heaven
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| But our life here is eternally fresh
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| Keep that in mind, and love
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| (Rabindranath Tagore, 1861−1941) |