| Ave Maria!
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| Now your ageless bell
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| So sweetly sounds for listening ears
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| From heights of Heaven to brink of Hell
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| In tender notes have echoed through the years
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| Aloft from earth’s far boundaries
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| Each poor petition, every prayer
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| The hopes of foolish ones and wise
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| Must mount in thanks or grim despair
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| Ave Maria!
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| Ave Maria!
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| You were not spared one pang of flesh, or mortal tear;
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| So rough the paths your feet have shared
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| So great the bitter burden of your fear
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| Your heart has bled with every beat
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| In dust you laid your weary head
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| The hopeless vigil of defeat was yours
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| And flinty stone for bread
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| Ave Maria!
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| Ave Maria! |
| Heaven’s Bride
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| The bells ring out in solemn praise
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| For you, the anguish and the pride
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| The living glory of our nights
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| Of our nights and days
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| The Prince of Peace your arms embrace
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| While hosts of darkness fade and cower
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| Oh save us, mother full of grace
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| In life and in our dying hour
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| Ave Maria! |