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When we allow the doubting mindTo come forward,
Our imagination-bird's wings
Are clipped
And its flight is all over.
Sri Chinmoy, I am my life's God-hunger-heart, part 4, Agni Press, 1994
To come forward,
Our imagination-bird's wings
Are clipped
And its flight is all over.
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