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THE CYCLE OF SPRING
And the outside people will consider you queer.
Chandra
But we shall crown you, Dada, with a crown of new leaves.
We shall put a garland of jasmine round your neck.
And there will be no one else, except ourselves, who will know your true worth.
The Song of the Festival of Spring
[In which all the persons of the drama, not excepting Sruti-bhushan, unite on the main stage in the dance of Spring.]
Come and rejoice.
For April is awake.
Fling yourselves into the flood of being.
Bursting the bondage of the past.
