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Shadows of blossoms dance across the robes, as the wind offers up a cup of spring wine. Do not say that spring has faded, as its verdant hues still linger behind the curtain. With [Springtide Verse], it feels as though one is sharing a drink with the spring breeze from dawn to dusk until it is impossible to tell whether the flowers adorn the robe or the robe gives the flowers their beauty.