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Naught but You I appreciate. | Naught but You I appreciate. | ||
At the color festival in spring,{{#tag:ref|Literally, this line would be at the festival of red dye ([[:wikipedia:Abir|''abir'']] in the month of [[:wikipedia:Falgun|Phalgun]]. The festival referred to is commonly called [[:wikipedia:Holi|Holi, Dolyatra, or Vasantotsava]].|group="nb"}} | |||
My many and varied colors dissolve. | |||
I send back a mind that was missing | |||
I send | To the vicinity of its true abode. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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