Will you not free yourselves from useless bustles,
Come away, with salvers of offering
Carefully light the lamp of devotion
Arrive, laden with fresh buds
Will you not spread the word, She calls.
The drift today enjoys it's dewy crispness,
The bud relishes it's newborn smell.
Hold your head high, brighten up
Join the somber new wave of music
Dress yourselves with blooming wreathes
Transform this moment
Transform this moment
With a whiff of newness
Where beauty burgeons, benevolence sprouts.
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