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Virgin of Setefilla


Multicolored volovans,

seeing your face,

your smile walks,

for that blessed mountain

range,

enclave of your hermitage,

And sometimes,

your elf looks

for your town of Setefilla

that venerates you, whit every

beat,

meeting you

your arrive at your Lora del Río,

whit your entire town

by coat.

Your parishioners love you,

they are born and you brother

are made.

And with is innocent lips,

shout your name,

marveled at having you close,

in this land of la Vega,

in this land of Lora.

You hear them say

whit passionate voices:

long live the Virgin of Setefilla,

the patron saint of this villa.

Live on september 8,

this day,

Lora arrives at your hermitage,

if not.

He walks you through Setefilla,

Lora’s way,

way of the hermitage.

Long live the Virgin of Setefilla,

the patron saint of this villa.

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