Hercules calls calls all and sundry
And collects every key that matters to us
As he walks the ramparts
As our very own Sadyandy clips his nails
And the animals all wag their tails
And we eat sumptuous meals today
And he kills Arunanopolu in one clean hit
And all those who need to be killed
In one clean hit each...
My Boddhidharma, my everything
Walking the ramparts here on this lane
As the moon wanes and collecting
All our belongings.
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