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A song for the unseen one You touch me, filling my goblet With unearthly grace And then, disappear -- I wonder if you remain unseen Behind my wall of pain, You who spark awake my sorrow! An extract translated into English from a Bengali song written a hundred years ago by Tagore. |
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The endless tears.
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Koffla, good to see you back.
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TOO MUCH OSS, TOO MUCH SADNESS. LIFE HAS TO GO ON FOR THOSE WHO REMAIN. FOND MEMORIES ARE ONE THING, PERPETUAL SADNESS QUITE ANOTHER.
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beautiful words. HUGS
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TOO MUCH OSS, TOO MUCH SADNESS. LIFE HAS TO GO ON FOR THOSE WHO REMAIN. FOND MEMORIES ARE ONE THING, PERPETUAL SADNESS QUITE ANOTHER.
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How poignant, Looklook~~ Thank you for sharing this.....
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beautiful words. HUGS
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How poignant, Looklook~~ Thank you for sharing this.....
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10/16/2022 10:39 am |
Beautiful words! I find the hardest part of the day is just as the sun is setting and folks are going home to a family. Look, have a great day .
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So very beautiful, look, thanks for sharing.
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Awesome LookLook!
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Sandy, thanks for your post left here on my blog page. I hope you are doing fine. I miss reading your thoughtful blogs.
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Beautiful words! I find the hardest part of the day is just as the sun is setting and folks are going home to a family. Look, have a great day .
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So very beautiful, look, thanks for sharing.
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Awesome LookLook!
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