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.
~Song of Solomon 2:10-13
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