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Here, the anonymous minstrel sang this wonderful song, lyrics by the famous Cuban freedom activist, Jose Marti. 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 outspoken hand Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera I am a truthful man from the land of the palm trees Before dying I want to share these poems of my soul My verses are a clear green, and they are a flaming crimson I grow the white rose in June as in January For the sincere friend who gives me his hand And for the cruel one who would tear out my heart with which I live I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles I cultivate a white rose
