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[- 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) -]

One million miles i'm walking, one million miles away
And still you hear me talkin
Full of doubt on a painful way
I'm not a fortune teller nor support the monarchy
I'm setting up the situation to destroy my scenery
Take all the trouble with me, more than i can afford
Anscrewed and full of laughter, as qirija speaks the word

Oh well i don't know, whatever i'll see...

Come slowly, won't you look at me instead
Depressed and lonely, listen to what shiva said
Taste the falvour of a hundred million tears
I stare into her eyes
Crimes the hide since thousand years

As now my live is shifted, i crawl on holy ground
My blodd and soul are god gifted
Made me lokkin'in from the out
Still i hear their voices singing
Gliding sounds from the left to right
I try to close my eyes
But can't get her out of my sight
I know this place is haunted
This temple of tears
This lust i always wanted
Beautiful and lustful fears,...
And still i dont know where do i go