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Rama moves between the dusky trees,

scenting nothing on the breeze,

bow in hand - and arrow knocked upon Saranga's string

He hunts the stag with golden horn,

late into the waking morn.

To please his lover - he'll have the beast alive on his return...



Lakshman is to stand guard at the glade,

where sleeping Sita's bed is made,

He hears a shout -

It is his brother, calling for help...



Lakshman, Lakshman!

Rama is in need of aid!

Lakshman, Lakshman!

Fly out from the guarded glade!

Save your brother - if you love him...

Do you love him?



The forest shakes as in a gale,

Sita wakes within the glade,

Lakshman is gone,

she is alone and grows afraid.

Then the wind tears through the trees,

the frightened woman starts to rise,

the Stag is there,

staring at her with malignant eyes...



Ravana!



Sita knows the demon -

in the body of the Stag,

it clutches to her like a mate.

She can't break his grasp,

Ravana will take her - for his Queen!

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