runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
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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.
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It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.
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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.
- Rabindranath Tagore
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