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This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

Rabindranath Tagore

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Rabindranath Tagore
Age: 80 †
Born: 1861
Born: May 6
Died: 1941
Died: August 7
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