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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">Paper Boats (1913)<br>Rabindranath Tagore<br>Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream.<br>In big black letters I write my name on them and the name of<br>the village where I live.<br>I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and<br>know who I am.<br>I load my little boats with shiuli flowers from our garden, and hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night.<br>I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the little clouds setting their white bulging sails.<br>I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends them down the air to race with my boats!<br>When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.<br>The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading is their bas...