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 vine with her tender grapes give a sweet smell.
Arise my love, my fair one, and come away.
Song of Solomon 2: 10-13
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