A cold winter morning
When the sun has not risen,
But raked with Hare Rama Hare Krishna
Breaking the chords of silence
With the dhuna,
Ram dhuna, Krishna dhuna
And the music taking us,
Taking us far,
The rhythmic,
The rhythmic intonation,
Hare Rama Hare Krishna,
Rama Rama, Krishna Krishna.
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