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2008-01-23 @ 1:16 a.m.
I will sing even if I have to pluck my roses in the midst of thorns
and my song will be so much the more melodious,
the longer and the sharper the thorns may be.
After my death I will make a shower of roses fall to earth.
I will fill my heaven doing good on earth.
I shall never be able to take any rest
till the very end of the world,
till the number of elected will have been completed.
