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11 For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.

12 The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

13 The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.’”

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