Dear Joan of Arc, Maid of Orleans
From Heaven now, please forgive us.
How wrong were we in olden days
When you were nineteen years of age
To publicly burn you ~ oh the pain
When throwing your ashes in the Seine.
You were never a witch as tales relate.
Decades went by, you were made a Saint.
Dear Joan of Arc, Heroine of Orleans
From Heaven now, please believe us.
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