Peace, my heart, let the time for
parting be sweet;
Let it not be a death, but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain
into songs.
Let the flight through the sky be like the
folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be
gentle like the flowers of the night.
Stand still, O beautiful end, for a
moment, and say your last word
in silence.
by Rabindranath Tagore
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