molten gold

Nityananda! Gauranga! Hare Krsna!

...a merry wanderer thought things was fine, a heart of refined pure gold
then he came into the light, and his dreams were not so bold

then the man became a child, taking little steps
he took hold of the hand that loved and judged him not
onward he did roam.... with a melted heart...

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