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Her mom and dad named her sylvia

Born in the europe’s heartland

Since childhood she showed a sweet heart and

An angelical face

Caress and kindness are marks of the girl

That reveals every person’s true faith

She takes away the sorrow of our lives

And brings us an unveiled bliss

Late at night when your heart is in pain

And your body is craving for some comfort

Just make sure she’s ready to start

Her splendidly sweet prayer

It won’t take long, in just a little while

I’m sure she’ll refresh all your faith

She adorns your vagaries and makes you cheer up

In a cold and lonesome day

After wake up you’ll be her devout

With your mind astonished by her presence

I’ve one more declaration to make

We plead the pope make sylvia a saint

I’m only here to say

That I listened to the people? s voice

It’s undeniable

The powers of this pretty little creature of god

It was a tough battle

And now I’m too old and tired

And I relinquished to be awarded

By the healing powers of sylvia, the saint

Late at night when your heart is in pain

And your body is craving for some comfort

I’ve one more declaration to make

He’s not pope anymore, but sylvia’s a saint

Amen

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