In His Magic

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Swings glide in
Tapped by rhythm moves
Our hearts in his passions of love
Sing the songs enchanted in his musical lore’s
Flute pulls us in a trance as each one dances with the lord
Such is our plight that we forget our very being in perpetuity
Trust in our lord Krishna the butter thief, is divine
By the river he stole our clothes to teasing cries
Cows never gave milk without his lyrics
We shall forgive if he just agreed
Between us, he never leaves;
How will we ever exist
Ask him once again
O! Swing do
This favor