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						Stream Of Life by Rabindranath Tagore 
						
						The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day  runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. 
  It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth  in numberless blades of grass  and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. 
  It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth  and of death, in ebb and in flow. 
  I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.  And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.						 
						
						
						
						
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