I am a sincere man
From where the palms grow
I am a sincere man
Where the palms grow from
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My verse is a light green
And a bright carmine
My verse is a light green
And a burning carmine
My verse is a wounded deer
That seeks protection in the mountain
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I grow the white rose
In June as in January
I grow the white rose
In June as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his frank hand
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And for the cruel one who tears me away
The heart with which I live
And for the cruel one who tears me away
The heart with which I live
No thistle nor nettle cultivation
I cultivate the white rose
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With the poor of the earth
I want my luck to cast
With the poor of the earth
I want to cast my luck
The stream of the mountains
I am more pleased than the sea
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