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 The Gardener XXII: When She Passed by Me by Rabindranath Tagore 
						When she passed by me with quicksteps, the end of her skirt touched
 me.
 From the unknown island of a
 heart came a sudden warm breath of
 spring.
 A flutter of a flitting touch brushed
 me and vanished in a moment, like a
 torn flower petal blown in the breeze.
 It fell upon my heart like a sigh of
 her body and whisper of her heart.
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