Then Finish the Last Song

The Gardener : Then Finish the Last Song

Then finish the last song and let us leave.

Forget this night when the night is no more.

Whom do I try to clasp in my arms? Dreams can never be made captive.

My eager hands press emptiness to my heart and it bruises my breast.

BY Rabindranath Tagore

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