I cultivate a white rose
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his hand frankly.
In July as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his hand frankly.
And for the cruel person who tears out
the heart with which I live,
I cultivate neither nettles nor thorns:
I cultivate a white rose.
the heart with which I live,
I cultivate neither nettles nor thorns:
I cultivate a white rose.
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