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On the shores of Bharat, where men of all races have come together, Awake, O my mind! Standing here with outstreched arms, I send my salutations to the god of humanity and in great joy sing his praises. Trees lost in the depths of meditation, fields adorned with rosary–like rivers, I see the holy land everyday on the shores of Bharat, where men of all races have come together. Rabindranath Tagore
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