Constance: Goddess of Green
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How true is God on you?
That he solely anointed you
Queen of cactus green
Bestowing the power of reincarnation
In thy fingers scrape at dirt and flourish
Magic fingers of life prevails in lowly soil
Listening with soft gentle words leave thy lips
And land onto cactus lips a breath glistening
Give life to climb the sky at your command
Buds where death once loomed leave tombs
And thrive, in magic hands of life
Fed by the dessert heart in your chest
No cacti shall perish on this thy land
For god has given you his green hands
Oh! How I wish you could touch hearts
And morals of man to bloom and climb the sky
With God again
