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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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Sinner that I am,
Filled with sinful thoughts,
As thought all evil has rolled into
A heavy mass of dark cloud.
If to reach the cool shades of Thine Feet
The devotees of true heart blesseth me not,
Who else is there to teach me?
Oh! Life Eternal
That is Perfection-Bliss!
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