Some things can't remain concealed

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The Unfamiliar, Unknown Traveler,
Amid psyche You'd arrived.
Having loved, smiling sweetly,
You doffed mask in glamorous clothing.

To Your liila there's no equal;
You promenade, rambling over lands all.
Age after age from a place behind-the-scenes,
At heart-core plays Your pipe of reed.

Eternally, Vrndavan's bosom friend,
None is ever alone or helpless.
Along with everyone pervasively,^[1]
Your love dances in prosody. 

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