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Guantanamera, guajira guantanameraYo soy un hombre sincero

De don de crece la palma

Yo soy un hombre sincero

De don de crece la palma

Yantes des morirme guiero

Echar mis versos del almaGuantanamera, guajira, guantanamera

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Guantanamera, guajira guantanameraI'm just a man who is trying

To do some good before dying

To ask each man and his brother

To bear no ill toward each other

This life will never be hollow

To those who listen and followGuantanamera, guajira, guantanamera

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Guantanamera, guajira, guantanameraI write my rhymes with no learning

And yet with truth they are burning

But is the world waiting for them?

Or will they all just ignore them?

Have I a poet's illusion

A dream to die in seclusion?Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera

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Guantanamera, guajira; guantanameraA little brook on a mountain

The cooling spray of a fountain

Arouse in me an emotion

More than the vast boundless ocean

For there's a wealth beyond measure

In little things that we treasureGuantanamera, guajira, guantanamera

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