Graffiti d'Italia/Persica

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PERSICA.

Оh Persica, Persica, pale and fair, With a ripe blush on your cheek,How pretty—how very pretty you are, Until you begin to speak!
As for a heart and soul, my dear, You have not enough to sin;Outside so fair, like a peach you are, With a stone for a heart within.
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