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‘For behold, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
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‘The flowers appear on the earth once again;
The time for singing has come,
And the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
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‘The fig tree has budded and ripens her figs,
And the vines are in blossom and give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one,
And come away [to climb the rocky steps of the hillside].’”