Of the ancient times,
As Lord Krishna swings He not
Under the kadamba tree,
Near the Yamuna river?
Old mother, you go not there,
Who will see you in your old age?
Krishna is not there swinging with Radha
Under the kadamba tree by the banks of the Yamuna.
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Shyama sangeet,
Will anybody,AnybodyTell,Tell me,Me,Why,Why isKaliDark,Dark,Why,Why isKali,Kali blue,Blue,Will,Will anybody,AnybodyTell,Tell me,Why,Why isKali,Kali dark,Dark-complexioned,Dark,Dark-complexioned,Why,Why isKali,KaliBluish,Bluish-coloured,Coloured?
Something,
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The world is a bazaar,
And I going to purchaseFrom the global market.
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Rajanigandhas
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