devotees looking at Gandharvika's feet does anyone see the smile but me? but isn't it fun seamstress got out her measuring tape it was Gaura Purnima and she made Mahaprabhu a new cape orange and white colors of the day purple roses in the leis cycle babble and i spin on the broadband streets are still wet we understand through lion's park up skater's hill the point of the hook wind is getting shrill solstice has come and in the park people offer services to away the dark through treacherous triangle and over the rise to the whaler's detail we fly past the hospital and marcedo de las pulgas now ratha-bhojana-vrksa seems to smile we bow our heads and hammer a harder to make the last mile Mahamuni welcomes back to punctually sound the shank in the evening admire the elephant with rings upon his trunk adbhuta simha is the nightdress is it orange or green come to mangle arati and you'll see what i mean