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If ever we allow

Our hope-dream-flame

To be extinguished,

Death will immediately come,

Smiling and dancing,

To strangle us

With death-shackles.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 16, Agni Press, 1999
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