I wore some Lion's skin, like a hunter grown tall,
It was in the solar moments, when the lunar spells
Were absent, and sun had to pierce the creatures.
I proudly remarked on some misadventure,
Causing events to be like fine clothes,
Like weapons of the deliberate acts,
But comfy like your everlasting light.
I saw a fox swimming in the rapid river,
Molesting a new animal from the hot water,
A rapid shining light emanated from the distant
Prayer, performed by some scholar of the deep.
This was a proud moment in history of adventure.
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