Barcelona
Dear Barcelona
Bride of Spain
Mourn not precious jewel
For we are praying for you
We are praying for your children
That they may find favour in heaven.
Sea feliz!
To spite the devil's tricks
And make farse of his knavery
That you may find peace with the enemy
So their souls can be made pure and right
Mysterious Barcelona
Try not to make sense of this
For only the creator knows why,
Rise like the Spanish rose in the face of rain and sun
Remain in your unmoved dazzle.
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