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12 The flowers appear on the earth;
    the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree puts forth its green figs,
    and the vines their blossoms;
and they give forth fragrance.
    Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
    in the secret places of the cliffs,
let me see your face,
    let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
    and your face is lovely.

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