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7971	Tagore, Rabindranath	The Fugitive			.txt	text/plain	20032	1539	93	Come, stray into my heart, you tender little feet, and leave the When in the morning you open your eyes, I shall leave you to a world a-hum remember in your dark eyes sweeping shadows of passion, like the wings of a musings, and through it her dark eyes like lost stars travel back to their My heart knew of your coming, as the night feels the approach of dawn. I shall know those dark eyes then as morning stars, and yet feel that they Like a child that frets and pushes away its toys, my heart to-day shakes My heart, like the evening sky, has its endless passion for colour, and The day passed, and my friend came and said to me, "Whatever is good is A father's love, like God's Eyes see only dust and earth, but feel with the heart, and know pure joy.	./cache/7971.txt	./txt/7971.txt