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Surdas - Krishna Wanting The Moon
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Mother, the moon I want as my toy.
I will roll on the floor,
Not come to your lap,
Nor have my hair-braid combed.
No longer will I be your child
I will only be Nand baba`s boy.
Listen son, come to me
There`s a secret from bal we can hide.
Hiding her smile, Yasoda said,
I`ll give you a brand new bride.
Quick then, Mother, I swear by you
A wedding is what I`d like.
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