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Turn ashes burn 
spark which Citkai, 
which fell on Punyvedi 
value without neck. 
pen, in his Glory Lyrics

The numberless small lamp to our 
shores in storms, 
water-torches were extinguished someday 
mouth affection not required. 
pen, in his Glory Lyrics

Who drink red flames 
were spewing flame hundred directions, 
whose slogan nervous at 
the far Dole Earth. 
pen, in his Glory Lyrics

Struck blind glare 
to the poor history, 
witness their glory 
celestial sun moon and geography. 
pen, in his Glory Lyrics
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