| She picks the flowers in the morning
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| Tucks just a few in her hair
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| The joy of her mother and father
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| As she spins around unaware
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| She carries her song into evening
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| And the dreams of all little girls
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| She carries the bread to the table
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| She carries the hope of the world
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| Ave Maria
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| Ave Maria
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| Angels can carry glad tidings
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| Or burdens to bear in the dark
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| Love can take both fear and wonder
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| And hold them inside the same heart
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| You carried hope and a promise
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| You carried shame and disgrace
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| Which was the heavier burden
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| That drew lines in a little girl’s face?
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| Ave Maria
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| Gratia plena
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| Maria, gratia plena
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| Maria, gratia plena
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| Ave, ave dominus
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| Dominus tecum
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| Benedicta tu in mulieribus
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| Et benedictus
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| Et benedictus fructus ventris
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| Ventris tuae, Jesus
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| Held by the love you were holding
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| Is this what it means to be blessed?
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| To carry your hope through the darkness
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| As it carries you into your rest
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| Ave Maria
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| Ave Maria |