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Rabindranath Tagore - Twelve O`Clock
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Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my
book all the morning.
     You say it is only twelve o`clock. Suppose it isn`t any later;
can`t you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve
o`clock?
     I can easily imagine now that the sun has reached the edge of
that rice-field, and the old fisher-woman is gathering herbs for
her supper by the side of the pond.
     I can just shut my eyes and think that the shadows are growing
darker under the madar tree, and the water in the pond looks shiny
black.
     If twelve o`clock can come in the night, why can`t the night
come when it is twelve o`clock?
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