Come to my pavilion, O my King. I have spread a bedmade of delicately selected buds and blossoms, And have arrayed myself in bridal garb From head to toe. I have been Thy slave during many births, Thou art the be-all of my existence. Mira`s Lord is Hari, the Indestructible. Come, grant me Thy sight at once.SourceThe script ran 0.004 seconds.
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