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IN TUSCANY: STRAMBOTTI: 4 by CORA RANDALL FABBRI

First Line: I CALL MY LOVE ROSINA, LITTLE ROSE
Last Line: YET SHE IS FAIRER FAR THAN ROSES BE.
I call my love @3Rosina@1, little rose;
But yet in what rose-garden could you see
A flower fair as is the one that grows
Rose-red upon the lips that smile for me?
Her brow is as the whiteness of the snows;
Her eyes are as the color of the sea.
I call my love @3Rosina@1, little rose,
Yet she is fairer far than roses be.



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