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Our fruitless longings never knowWhat dangers great they hug.
They ever are fond of things futile
By which their graves are dug.
Chinmoy, Chandelier, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 1959
What dangers great they hug.
They ever are fond of things futile
By which their graves are dug.
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