Come,
Let's lend a hand and swing Gopal...
He is smiling...
come,
Fan him with the peacock feather...
come,
He is asking for his Flute...
i let out my mind as his flute...
come,
Let us arrange for maakhan misri...
He is hungry....
come, let us touch the palna...
and become the Bliss...
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