sigiriya
a rock willed
runaway prince
sigiriya
still lining the route
colourful nymphs
kasyapa, kasyapa -
the mist and rain
hide a cool legend
kasyapa kasyapa
i call out to the spirit
of the hill
kasyapa, kasyapa
a 1600 year indian renegade
still beckons
sigiriya - only
a barestone that caps the
rule of a runaway prince
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