[- Long ago... what has been said by honour, is exceedingly conducive to my welfare. Abandoning all pleasure, the lofty-minded dauther preformed the propitiation by means of profound meditation. On hearing these words, she pondered over me mentally... and so the story goes... (the skanda purana)]
One million miles i'm walking, one million miles away
And still you hear me talkin,
Full of doubt on a painful way
I'm not a fortune teller nor support the monarchy
I'm setting up the situation to destroy my scenery
Take all the trouble with me, more than i can afford,
Anscrewed and full of laughter, as qirija speaks the word