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Hymns of Thayumanavar
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What the word was
I will say;
In guile He called me apart,
And in impassivity made me sit;
And nothing whatever before me,
He enveloped me in Bliss Perfect,
And seized hold of me tight;
O, Maid! (Chorus)
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