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Stray Birds
thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs Rabindranath Tagore
CCLXXXIV
THEY light their own lamps and sing
their own words in their temples.
But the birds sing thy name
in thine own morning light, -
for thy name is joy.
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