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Standing amidst the green pastures,
The body of silken lusture, Away from the worldly 'features', What a wonder has created nature. Freedom fill thee all Peace covers thou like a shawl, Thy - eyes represent harmony, Thy energy so much fawny. Are you standing here from the very dawn, Surrounded by the dewy lawn, The top of head the twelve 'thorns' - Symbol of protection from all foes till they are fully gown. The time seems dreadful night, When creatures' heart fill with fright, But your gaze cheers every sight, Showing all the divine power of 'Light'
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