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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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Gleaming with ashes white,
Bearing Ganga on spreading matted locks,
The forehead eye sparkling,
The breath spirating as tempestuous wind,
The immaculate form shining radiant as the clear sky,
The holy feet stretching to the ends of earth,
The blemishless heart serving as pedestal.
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