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Rabindranath Tagore - The Gardener XX: Day After Day He Comes
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Day after day he comes and goes
away.
     Go, and give him a flower from my 
hair, my friend.
     If he asks who was it that sent it, I
entreat you do not tell him my name—
for he only comes and goes away.
     He sits on the dust under the tree.
     Spread there a seat with flowers and
leaves, my friend.
     His eyes are sad, and they bring
sadness to my heart.
     He does not speak what he has in
mind; he only comes and goes away.
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