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Padauk
Politics
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Look! |
Nobody can compete him |
for veracity. |
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One month in a year |
a day in a month |
he beautifies the world. |
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He overlooks, |
roars, |
gives haphazard speeches, |
to the year-round-flowers, |
then frankly disappears. |
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So, |
Honour his loyalty |
inscribe his beauty. |
With poisoned seasonal impending misfortune |
for the world's peace |
let's on the Thingyan Canon in time for an
occasion. |
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