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For me, Heaven has lost its charm
And I have flown towards You, Jesus...
I want to cover You with my wings,
Follow You everywhere here below
And all the most beautiful flowers
I will sow beneath Your footsteps.
 
Child, I want a shining star
To form Your cradle
And the dazzling white snow
To make a graceful veil for You.
I want the distant mountains
To lower their heights for You.
I want the fields
To bloom with celestial flowers for You.
 
The flower is the smile of God.
It is the distant echo of Heaven,
The fugitive echo of the lyre
In the hands of the Eternal.
This melodious note
of the Creator's harmony
Wants, with its mysterious voice,
To sing to You, O Savior Divine.
Sweet melody,
Smooth harmony, 
Silence of the flowers
That sing of the greatness of a God.
 

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