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11 For behold, the winter has past,
    the rain is over, it has gone.
12 Blossoms appear in the land,
    the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove
    is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree ripens its early figs.
    The blossoming vines give off their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling,
    my pretty one, and come, come!

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