Not in the sanctuary
I kicked myself!
You're happy
Fancy!
Put it in your hand
To me for good
Carry it!
Milk and rinse
Give me
You are starving
How much was there
The day!
Poverty you
Vattiyappotum
Come without me
Wait mother!
You're in Paris
God who showed
Too much!
However,
Goddess
You are my mother!
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