"I want to give you something, my child for we are drifting in the stream of world
our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten
But I am not so foolish to hope that I could buy your heart with my gifts
Young is your life , your path long and you drink the love we bring you at one drought and trun and run away from us!
you have your play and playmates. What harm is there if you have no time or thought for us!
We, indeed , have leisure enough in old age to count the days that are past, to cherish in our hearts what our hands have lost for ever.
The river runs swift with a song, braking through all barriers. But the moutain stays and remembers, and follows her with his love."
-- Rabindranath Tagore
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