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With a white rose I caress hope so that every awakening may be a reason for joy,
With a white rose I prostrate myself before a God asking for this suffering humanity and with hope I scatter the petals of that white rose as a symbol of serenity, peace, sweetness, but above all of all that so beautiful that reaches the soul of the beings to revive what by time has died and by mortal errors has died.
But above all of all that so beautiful that reaches the soul of the beings to revive what by time has died, and by mortal errors has been forgotten.
With this white rose I make you smile this morning so that it illuminates you without ceasing and draws for you motives that you will not forget.