Tendrup Gyeltshen Quotes
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I live before next, day on and past moon,
on this land where no cages are for men,
but for those speechless crying lives and soon
roads of doom shall rip their soul in our pan.
she, my she, has solid will against it,
no red shall fill her and no god can press
her to take cry-less lives even a bit.
pleasantly blue gown, green-in she would dress.
Speak of their leaves turning yellow and now