Who can get out the charm?
The belle of the chilled
Glacial waters of heavenly sapphire
Love dipped, sanctity filled
Mansarovar...
I sat beside them
Which impervious to express
Like the occult hallucinations of one
Compelled me to sob
To cry beside the waters
Not on my sins
However, on my known viles.
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