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In my land
a demon was there
with three numbers of head.
He was a good animal
loving the princess of the land.
Time passed
the princess one day
kidnapped
by a wicked prince.
The prince kept her
in a place inside the blue ocean
roaring always in agony and for peace.
The king announced
if anybody was there
in the whole country
who could bring princess.
He promised to give his daughter
and made him his son-in -law
and give his land to rule for ever.
The demon went
killed the wicked prince
brought the princess,
But,
alas!
the princess did not want
to marry him.
The demon wanted to kill himself;
Suddenly,
A hermit appeared
changed him to be a handsome one
by sprinkling sacred water.
The princess was happy
the king was happy
He arranged a feast
where all went
but nobody called me
to participate.

by sarojini pattayat.09/07/2013

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