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When like a hailstone crystal, like a waxwork image,
the flesh melts in pleasure...
The waters of joy burst their banks and ran out of my eyes.
Basavanna
When like a hailstone crystal, like a waxwork image,
the flesh melts in pleasure...
The waters of joy burst their banks and ran out of my eyes.
Basavanna
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