Seas twinkle and there is a trace
Of diamonds in the sun’s bright face
Day comes again; there is no death
Inside the garland of your breath.
In the temples praises sung
From dawn to dusk, Padme Hung
Gods and demons and their ilk
All churn the sea of milk.
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