Blessed Mother, you're ourqueen,    
With splendor unlike flowers,        
Flowers aren't sweet as your heart.
Your love upon us showers.

Some roses are put on show,
At a fair for their beauty;
If you also would be there,
First place would be won by thee.

You've no need for roots or stems,
Your beauty comes from your heart;
It warms us and guides our way,
So life's dark times soon depart.

Queen of beauty, Mother dear,
Help us someday be with thee.


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