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Holding hands lets sing with joy
Mother Mary bless us all.
Neatly planted rows we stand to grow up together
as one May each minds in this garden Bloom to fullness in thy light.
Let the flowers adorn thy name And our fragrance fill the world.
Give our teachers strength always So that they can mould us well.
Sharp and bright let their eyes be Every mistake they should seelis
Like the roses we will sprout When with love you prune
us short Let their words in
our ears ring Make us fit to lead the world.
The stream of love divine will flow From your mother wisdom's seat.
Here in Mary Matha School We have come seeking the Word.

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