Come hear the music I heard at Tepeyac!
Come see the roses I saw at Tepeyac!
Come see the beautiful lady of Tepeyac!

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She asked for a shrine be built to her there;
And she was real, and yet something divine, no illusion, I swear;
You've demanded a sign, is it faith that you lack?
So you command a return: "Bring me back Tepeyac!"

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See what I've brought you from Tepeyac! 
See all the beauty I found at Tepeyac!

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The lady sends her good wishes;
There she stands in the night sky;
Now she'll always be with us, and for us,
With us for all time!

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Come to the Son, come to the one,

Come to the Roses!