"I cultivate a white rose / in June and January".
"For the sincere friend / who gives his hand".
"Before dying,  I want to share / the poems of my soul".
"And for the cruel one who would tear out
This heart with which I live.
I cultivate neither thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose".
"My verses are light green,
But they are also flaming red."

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