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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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He of the russet matted locks
That beareth the infant moon,
He that is beyond description,
He that is wreathed in fragrant konrai blooms -
Verily, He sat under the wild banyan tree
And taught a Word
That all may redeemed be.
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