Safe refuge in a country far
Beyond the guarded border
A vision of a wishing star
Much riches made to order
Cold churches with sanctuary
Blest in contrite virtue
Helping out the ordinary
When the bondsmen break through
Have less to offer than the calm
Senora, of your charms
Warm kisses like a magi's balm
Encircled in your arms.
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