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Where the voice of the wind calls out andering tot
Through echoing forest and echoing street
With futes in our hands ever singing we foam
All men are our kindred, the world is our home
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed
The laughter and beauty of women long den
The sword of old battles, the crown of oldings
And happy and simple and sorroitus
What hope shall we gather, what dreams shallow
Where the wind calis our wandering footsteps
No love bids us tary, no joy bids us wait
The voice of the wind is the voice of our fata
Sarojini Naidu​

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