Daru mat piyo, said I,
But heard he not,
Started he drinking more
As daru was his life,
Daru for him and he for daru,
Made for each other,
Daru,
Indian daru,
Third cass daru,
You everything will burn and smoke out,
The liver and the heart,
But you will not stop
Taking it,
Daru,
Indian daru,
Nectar.
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