The Beginning

I gather flowers, like the ones in your garden
And pray for You, as I see a good omen

On my forehead I have the cool sandalwood paste
Competing with the fragrance of the flowers in my hair

This is to mark The Beginning of our Festival
This is to wish, that All things end well

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