The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master — Neelam Saxena Chandra
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The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master and I a puppet

— Neelam Saxena Chandra
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