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7164	Tagore, Rabindranath	Gitanjali			.txt	text/plain	14621	888	91	At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee! In thy world I have no work to do; my useless life can only break The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night. when they see thee come down from thy seat to raise me from the Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of my heart-moments breaks and I see by the light of death thy world with its	./cache/7164.txt	./txt/7164.txt