What Her Girl Friend Said before the elopement
Kuruntokai 369
The summer wind
blows through the wayside
sirissa trees,
the dry seedpods
rattle
like anklets with pebbles in them.
You can go with him now
through that desert,
my friend.
At last our man has given in.
The summer wind
blows through the wayside
sirissa trees,
the dry seedpods
rattle
like anklets with pebbles in them.
You can go with him now
through that desert,
my friend.
At last our man has given in.
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