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![]() ![]() Your divine beauty cannot be expressed in words even by your lovely consort Ma Rukmini. ![]() ![]() Oh My Lord, though you look like a small child, but you have killed the dreaded demons like Kamsa and restored peace in Mathura. Oh The Lotus eyed God Krishna, please come and drink your most liked butter milk to quench your thirst. Oh My Dear Shining Moon, Please come immediately and bring curd and buttermilk in order to give it to our beloved Child Krishna.
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