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May there always be tigers, in the jungle and tall grass
May the tiger’s roar be heard, may his thunder be known in the land
At the forest pool, by midnight, may he drink and raise his head, scenting the night wind
May he crouch low in the grass, when the herdsmen pass
And slumber in dark caverns, when the sun is high
May there always be tigers…
Ruskin Bond
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