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I do not fear of those revelations

That aren't in my favour.

Deprive the roses of all their thorns and

You could not call them roses.

I'd rather press my chest against thorns spike- sharp

And sacrifice my bosom

To verify the blood that's filling my heart

Is red like their blossoms.

I'd like to give my spirit the great freedom

To rise straight to the Heaven.

Not holding him in a cell of lies imprisoned,

With awful fear trembling.

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