A glorious Castilianrose
a colour-blushed patched cloak,
a smiling girl, laughing for joy
her laughter falls like raindrops
her smile shimmers in the air,
imprint your face on the cloak of my heart,
our lady of Guadeloupe.
A patchedcloaked old peasant, with perfumed roses
a glimpse of heaven
amidst our poverty
A doubting bishop, a heaven-sent morning,
a young smiling girl, singing with love.
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