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						Colored Toys by Rabindranath Tagore 
						
						When I bring to you colored toys, my child,  I understand why there is such a play of colors on clouds, on water,  and why flowers are painted in tints  ---when I give colored toys to you, my child. 
  When I sing to make you dance  I truly now why there is music in leaves,  and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of the listening earth  ---when I sing to make you dance. 
  When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands  I know why there is honey in the cup of the flowers  and why fruits are secretly filled with sweet juice  ---when I bring sweet things to your greedy hands. 
  When I kiss your face to make you smile, my darling,  I surely understand what pleasure streams from the sky in morning light,  and what delight that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body  ---when I kiss you to make you smile. 						 
						
						
						
						
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