When she walks the ground obey,
Swiftly moves to the water bay,
Her skin dark like coal,
She's more valuable than gold,
Her voice is symphony,
Strains of cords that make one jolly,
The village girl was natured to respect,
Nature doesn't dispute how she act,
Her eyes like fading stars,
In dusk of night they appeal to dance,
The way she moves her waist,
Drools even the mighty gods,
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