They thought your name was
in a huge letter in the form of manohar hramma
the rock of the estuck stone is forever
leave it! they're stupid, they're failed.
The stone has fallen after the stone on the ground,
there are ruins all around, under their surfaces.
The lost memory; dry grass-time-river-water
the names float, protecting the keba!
The human heart has the right to the land,
those who have established the firm throne,
they were poor, they were not rich.
To gather so much load of stone;
how is their kingdom intact?
The name of the wash in the stream tomorrow is eternal.
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