Sometimes you cry for no reason
Try me and see me
Your feet will not be short
Make us your own and see
By becoming the fragrant flower of faith
Put your scent on us and see
Our bond will never break
Take two bridges from us and see
We are still standing at the same point
Sometimes you come and see us there
Karan will descend into the heart of life
Once you put your foot down, look.

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