For behold the winter is past; The rain is over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.
My beloved is mine, and I am his; He who feeds his flock among the lilies.
'Til the day breaks and the shadows flee away, come, my beloved.
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