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Rabindranath Tagore

Poems on Time

The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
 
Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
 
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.

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