[- Long ago... what has been said by honour, is exceedingly conducive to my welfare. Abandoning all pleasure, the lofty-minded dauther preformed the propitiation by means of profound meditation. On hearing these words, she pondered over me mentally... and so the story goes... (the skanda purana)]
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One million miles i'm walking, one million miles away
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and still you hear me talkin,
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full of doubt on a painful way
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i'm not a fortune teller nor support the monarchy
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i'm setting up the situation to destroy my scenery
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take all the trouble with me, more than i can afford,
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anscrewed and full of laughter, as qirija speaks the word
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oh well i don't know, whatever i'll see...
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come slowly, won't you look at me instead
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depressed and lonely, listen to what shiva said
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taste the falvour of a hundred million tears
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i stare into her eyes
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crimes the hide since thousand years
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as now my live is shifted, i crawl on holy ground
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my blodd and soul are god gifted,
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made me lokkin'in from the out
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still i hear their voices singing,
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gliding sounds from the left to right,
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i try to close my eyes,
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but can't get her out of my sight
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i know this place is haunted
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this temple of tears
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this lust i always wanted
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beautiful and lustful fears,...
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and still i dont know where do i go
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The Trinity Of Lust: Shiva's Tears
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