Tom- Tom
Temple
Feet bare
on wood floors
as incense
thins in the
dawn air.
Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna
Hare Hare
Hare Rama
Hare Rama
Rama Rama
Hare Hare
TomFeet bare
on wood floors
as incense
thins in the
dawn air.
Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna
Hare Hare
Hare Rama
Hare Rama
Rama Rama
Hare Hare
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