On the Crest of a Wave
"Little Bear," she put her arms around ...
An old woman lived by herself, and was lonely
The men of the village played with the bear, ...
Ku-lu, my little one, my little bear, my son
When she slept, the bear cub slept beside her. And ...
Arjuna Let Fly his Arrow
'Nobel Princess, I come from Rama'
A Beautiful White Horse was to be Set Free
The Mountain Churned the Sea
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