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From my sovereign Cuba
I remember that murmur
Of the river, next to the cohío
That was a Cuban scene

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Freedom was a trophy
That conquered us with the bambi
With Martí's words
And Maceo's machete

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I am a sincere man
Said Martí, from where the palm tree grows
And before I die, I want
To sing my soul's verses

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

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