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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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Instead of standing straight
In that state of silentness
Thou wandered about loud mouthed.
Woe unto thee!
Think deep and thaw
For Him on whose head
The snows of Ganga thaw into wavy streams.
Melt Him with thy tongue
And thy stony heart will melt.
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