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I am a sincere man
From where the palm trees grow
I am a sincere man
From where the palm trees grow
And before I die I want
To share my verses from the soul

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My verse is light green
And fiery crimson
My verse is light green
And fiery crimson
My verse is a wounded deer
Seeking shelter in the mountains

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I cultivate the white rose
In June as in January
I cultivate the white rose
In June as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his honest hand

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And for the cruel one who tears out
The heart with which I live
And for the cruel one who tears out
The heart with which I live
I do not cultivate thistle or nettle
I cultivate the white rose

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With the poor people of the earth
I want to share my fate
With the poor people of the earth
I want to share my fate
The stream of the mountains
Pleases me more than the sea

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