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Rabindranath Tagore

Farewell

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!
I bow to you all and take my departure.
 
Here I give back the keys of my door
——and I give up all claims to my house.
I only ask for last kind words from you.
 
We were neighbors for long,
but I received more than I could give.
Now the day has dawned
and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out.
A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.

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