My ganjeri son,
Where lie you
Smoking,
Piping in
Ganja
With Vyom-Om,
Vyom-vyom
Ganja.
Ganja over
The clay pipe
Burning
And the ganja
Over the embers
You smoking in,
Piping
With Vuyom-vyom,
Vyom-om,
Bhole Shankar?
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