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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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As unto the chaste women,
Who a sole devotion in their heart treasure,
With my eyes as alert doors,
Vigilant was I, even in dream.
How was it this karma came
That makes me so wearied?
Oh! Thou, the Immaculate!
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