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Kama : ChamaIn Hinduism, Kama is the god of love and a son of Lakshmi. He is a young, winged man who uses a bow and arrows. He is called Kama Ananga ("Kama the bodiless") as well. Kama's body was destroyed when he fired his weapon at Shiva in order to disrupt his meditations. Shiva then opened his third eye, the gaze of which was so powerful that Kama's body was reduced to ashes. For the sake of Kama's wife Rati (passion), Shiva restored him, but only as a mental image.Alternative: Chama, Cama Relative: Mara The Kama River[?] is a tributary of the Volga, in Russia. The day we march'd into Yorktown;
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"Then homewards returning victorious,
And were thanked for our glorious actions
What drummer on earth could be prouder
To the lovely court ladies in powder,
Our countrymen's glory and hope;
D'Artois, who could dance the tightrope.
At her Majesty's opera-box,
Sat filing at home at his locks.
"Yes, I drumm'd for the fair Antoinette,
That our officers, privates, and drummers,
But she cared not for us honest fellows,
She sneer'd at our gallant Rochambeau,
No more to such tyrants to kneel.
One day I drumm'd down the Bastille.
Come, comrades, a bumper we'll try,
And the glorious fourth of July!
"Then bravely our cannon it thunder'd
Our enemies were but a hundred,
They carried the news to King Louis.
And, like a majestical monarch,
We storm.html">storm'd and we broke the great gate in,
For daring to keep us a-waiting.
They never stirr'd finger or thumb.
As they heard the republican drum.
"Hurrah! what a storm was a-brewing:
Through scenes of what carnage and ruin
Let's drink to the famed tenth of August:
And woke up the Pikemen of Paris
March'd onwards our dusty battalions,
A million of tatterdemalions!
The walls of his heritage splendid.
That had not the heart to defend it!
"With the crown of his sires on his head,
At the foot of his ancestors' palace
But no: when we burst through his barriers,
In vain through the chambers we sought him--
'Tis hard by the Tuilerie wall.
There rises an obelisk tall.
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