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Rabindranath Tagore - The Gardener XXXIV: Do Not Go, My Love
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Do not go, my love, without asking
my leave.
     I have watched all night, and now
my eyes are heavy with sleep.
     I fear lest I lose you when I`m
sleeping.
     Do not go, my love, without asking
my leave.
     I start up and stretch my hands to
touch you. I ask myself, "Is it a 
dream?"
     Could I but entangle your feet with
my heart and hold them fast to my
breast!
     Do not go, my love, without asking
my leave.
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