Oh Mystic Mary Help Me
Oh Mystic Mary, my Spiritual Guide
In the recesses of my mind you glow
Does thou yet know my simple man-made fate?
Will I be allowed to go to my mate?
Have they yet studied my artistic plate?
Oh Mystic Mary, my Spiritual Guide
Mother of my angels, and oh, so great…
Please do not admonish me or berate.
Does thou yet know my simple man-made fate?
Has the verdict been posted at my gate?
What nervousness of kindness is my state?
Oh Mystic Mary, my Spiritual Guide
Shall I take off, escape, run off and hide?
And will I have time to signal my mate?
Does thou yet know my simple man-made fate?
My friends will help me, a total of eight.
My flight from here might be wonderfully great.
Oh Mystic Mary, my Spiritual Guide
Does thou yet know my simple man-made fate?
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