April 18, 2011

• arise, my darling,
  my beautiful one, and come with me.
  see! the winter is past;
  the rains are over and gone.
  flowers appear on the earth;
  the season of singing has come,
  the cooing of doves
  is heard in our lands.
  the fig tree forms its early fruit;
  the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
  arise, come, my darling;
  my beautiful one, come with me.

  from song of songs
   

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