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11 Look! The winter is past. The rain is over and gone. 12 Blossoms appear in the land. The time of the songbird has arrived. The cooing of the mourning dove is heard in our land. 13 The green figs ripen. The grapevines bloom and give off a fragrance. Get up, my true love, my beautiful one, and come with me. Song of Solomon 2:11-13, God's Word Translation. Copyright © 1995 by God's Word to the Nations.
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