In the Talkora Ring
The Sikyong revived the old talk
He did enthused us however
Refueled with limitless validity
The outcry of PoLa's & MoLa's
Has made my heartstrings repair
Stimulated with full momentum
We walked the truth
Amidst the antiquated spell
Hearing out aged Pola's
Trembled slogans of Free-ing Tibet
Mola's did actually outcried oceans
The red cheeked Phosar Mosar's
In Rangzen's painted face
Marched the street with jumbled hopes
Under The vintage sky, I was wondering
The synchronized voice of gangchen pa's
How far is it abreast the luxurious ears?
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