Laden with fruits,
I bow down to you,
Wishing nothing but, with my fragrant flowers,
to decorate you.
And so when the passing wind told me,
it was off to visit you,
I gave her a few, to lay them at your altar,
my humble offering to you.
I bow down to you,
Wishing nothing but, with my fragrant flowers,
to decorate you.
And so when the passing wind told me,
it was off to visit you,
I gave her a few, to lay them at your altar,
my humble offering to you.
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