My beloved spake and said
unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the
earth; the time of the singing of birds is come and the voice of the turtle is
heard in our land. The fig tree putteth forth her green figs and the vines with
the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
The Song of Songs (excerpt)
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