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Saint Theresa, little flower,
During your short life on earth,
You became a mirror of angelic purity,
Of love as strong as death,
And whole hearted abandonment to God,
Now that you rejoice in your reward,
Turn your eyes of mercy upon me,
For I so ardently desire.

Rain of roses on my head,
Rain of roses at my hour of death,
Shower roses on my head,
Shower roses at my hour of death.

Obtain for me the need to keep,
My heart and mind pure like your own,
To receive the hoped for graces,
From the Lord's infinite Goodness,
I put all my confidence in you,
Your "Little way" has reached me too,
Yes, I implore your intercession,
For I so ardently desire.

Rain of roses on my head,
Rain of roses at my hour of death,
Shower roses on my head,
Shower roses at my hour of death.

Little by little, I come to littleness,
Little by little, to serve and love Him best,
Little by little, I'm on your "Little way".

Saint Theresa of the Child Jesus,
Oh, I so ardently desire.

Rain of roses on my head,
Rain of roses at my hour of death,
Shower roses on my head,
Shower roses, shower roses.

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