I still believe rumors of the Assumption (a paradelle)

I still believe the Blue Planet on the opposite side of the sun.
I still believe the Blue Planet on the opposite side of the sun.
Grey blends nicely with fiery blazing.
Grey blends nicely with fiery blazing.
The fiery sun nicely blends with grey I believe,
still blazing on the opposite side of the blue planet.

I can infer liturgical practice and observance.
I can infer liturgical practice and observance.
Oh to see, even for one moment through her clear eyes.
Oh to see, even for one moment through her clear eyes.
Practice liturgical observance for one moment to infer…
Oh, and even I can see through her clear eyes.

He had heard rumors of the Assumption of Saint Mary.
He had heard rumors of the Assumption of Saint Mary.
The abundance was miraculously mundane like the Sacred Host.
The abundance was miraculously mundane like the Sacred Host.
Like the Sacred Host, the rumors of the Assumption of Saint Mary
he had heard, was miraculously mundane abundance.

Saint Mary through her clear eyes I can infer…
blends nicely with the blazing Sacred Host like the mundane
fiery sun. Oh and the abundance of liturgical practice
he had heard, was for one moment, of grey observance.
To see the still blue planet on the opposite side…
even I miraculously believe the rumors of the Assumption.