Chanting At Ashton Lane

Eoghan LyngDecember 9, 2017

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Chanting at Ashton Lane

written by: Eoghan Lyng

@eoghanlyng

Lay me down, lay me down,
I can fall. Lay me be.
Faithfully.
Lay my hair, take me there,
Krsna find me. Bind me.
Gita lights me.
All the time I’ve called her,
I try not to fall for her.
Lay me down, lay me down,
Chant my name. Through Ashton Lane.
Find me.

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