The sisters worked for the people round them
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Their Spanish lace wove some bread for the poor
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And they cared and tried but were worn with
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Their fears and the years of heartbreak
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Dust and wine stained the men who knew them
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The sweat of days in the angry sun
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And the men were weak, and they cried
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And they asked, "Sisters, make us holy."
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The sisters prayed, "Give us hope for something."
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The men asked, "Where is your God today?"
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And the empty eyes as the sisters prayed held
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Their thoughts unspoken
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There was nothing they could do
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Earth was dust for miles around
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Nothing new survived
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Everything was barren on the land
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And the truth they tried to understand just died
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Everything was barren on the land
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And the truth they tried to understand just died
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The Sisters
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