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“Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before”. Rabindranath Tagore, The Gardener, 1913, verse 85 |