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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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I sought refuge of Thee -
Thee who is kinder than the mother.
Is it proper then that this cur
Howleth like the very devil?
Like wax in the fire
I melted in distress.
Perplexed am I;
Empty the days that rolled on;
No more can I endure.
Oh! Life Eternal
That is Perfection-Bliss!
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