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No man is an island No man stands alone Each man's joy is joy to me Each man's grief is my own.
We need one another So I will defend Each man as my brother Each man as my friend.
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There are numerous strings in your lute, Let me add my own among them. Then when you smite your chords, My heart will break its silence, And my heart will be one with your song.
Amidst your numberless stars, Let me place my own little lamp. In the dance of your festival of lights, My heart will throb, And my life will be one with your smile.
Rabindranath Tagore
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