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The sun is far away
It goes in circles
Someone dies
Someone lives
In pain
It is burning
Into the thin air
Of the nature
Of a culture
On the dark side
Under the moon
The wolves gather
Rathnaih kalpithamaasanam,
Himajalaih snaanam cha
Divyaambharam.
Jaathi champaka bilva patra
Rachitham, pushpam cha
Dhoopam thataah...
Shaakhanaamayutham jalam
Ruchikaram, karpoora
Khandojwalam...
Saashtaangam pranathih
Sthuthir bhahuvidhaah,
Hyethath samastham mayaa...
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