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11 For, behold, the winter is past.
The rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the singing has come,
And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree ripens her green figs.
The vines are in blossom;
They give forth their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
And come away.
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