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 My Friend by Rabindranath Tagore 
						Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my friend?
 The sky groans like one in despair.
 
 I have no sleep tonight.
 Ever and again I open my door and look out on
 the darkness, my friend!
 
 I can see nothing before me.
 I wonder where lies thy path!
 
 By what dim shore of the ink-black river,
 by what far edge of the frowning forest,
 through what mazy depth of gloom art thou threading
 thy course to come to me, my friend?
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