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Слушать(AI)Where The Mind Is Without Fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held
Where knowledge is
Where the world has not been broken up into
By narrow domestic
Where words come out from the depth of
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its
Into the dreary desert sand of dead
Where the mind is led forward by
Into ever-widening thought and
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore (born Robindronath Thakur, 7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941), sobriquets Gurudev, was a Bengali polymath- poet, writer, composer,
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