That flute is playing
Becomes exited by tone
I’m left alone
At that tone all my
Body dances bending
Flute plays on
You take this mind
He who is playing flute
Give mind as offer
No-neither flute
No anybody I want
But the pied piper
That vessel of love
Accord of Radian-Krishna
Peacock laughs on
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