We live in the world when we love it. — Rabindranath Tagore
We live in the world when we love it. — Rabindranath Tagore
We live in the world when we love it. — Rabindranath Tagore
We live in the world when we love it. — Rabindranath Tagore
We live in the world when we love it. — Rabindranath Tagore
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We live in the world when we love it.

— Rabindranath Tagore
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