As the sun arises in the morn,
the earth swells in the hot noon,
O' the evening, come! and come!
we don't want the hot sun again, Go! Go!
To bloom like a flourishing garden everyday,
As you, the youthful girl, The moon,
who is on the head of Lord Chocka
come, it is highly pleasurable for sure!
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