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When a cloudy morning rain touched our little town |
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Three small sisters and a friend walking in the fields |
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A strange light in the sky blotting out the sun |
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Whatever happens next changes all our lives |
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And the children ran home sobbing and half blind |
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Said our lady has a message for mankind |
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Frightened and bewildered, not making any sense |
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Dazzled by the virgin's radiance |
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And the icons in the church crying tears of blood |
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The water in the wells curing all who drank |
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Pilgrim lunatics arrive in a ragged stream |
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In the fields around the village sprang up tents |
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People from the outside world want more evidence |
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Four tired children questioned day and night |
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All they can remember is her blinding light |
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So the circus drifts away and the noise dies down |
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Life goes on as before all the people came |
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And the children never say what her message was |
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And the children ran home sobbing and half blind |
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Said our lady has a message for mankind |
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Frightened and bewildered, not making any sense |
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Dazzled by the virgin in her radiance |
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People from the outside world want more evidence |
