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“এ ভুবনে ডুবল যে চাঁদ সে ভুবনে উঠল কি তা? হেথায় সাঁঝে ঝরল যে ফুল হোথায় প্রাতে ফুটল কি তা? এ জীবনের কান্না যত― হয় কি হাসি সে ভুবনে? হায়! জীবন এত ছোট কেনে? এ ভুবনে?”

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