The virgin's clothes,
worn of petals and rose,
crown of beauty,
Crown of thorns,
say the word please,
and a new baby is born.
Wearing virgin's clothes,
awakened by the prick of the rose.
Earth and ashes,
the devil rattles and bashes,
they who wear the virgin's clothes.
No blame to be put,
or a thought mistook,
by souls who wear the virgin's clothes.
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