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Zephyr, zephyr: gentle breeze, gentle breeze.Zephyrs are blowing.
My heart is all inspiration.My boat is reaching the Golden Shore.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Come, My Non-English Friends! Let Us Together Climb Up The English Himalayas, Part 2, Agni Press, New York, 1994
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