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Springtime Rhapsody

The voice of my beloved!
    Look, he comes,
leaping upon the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.(A)
My beloved is like a gazelle
    or a young stag.
Look, there he stands
    behind our wall,
gazing in at the windows,
    looking through the lattice.(B)

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Listen! My love is approaching.
Look! Here he comes,
leaping over the mountains,(A)
bounding over the hills.
My love is like a gazelle
or a young stag.(B)
See, he is standing behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
peering through the lattice.

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