Rise up, my love

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   Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past,
   the rain is over and gone;
the flowers appear on the earth;
   the time of the singing of birds is come,
   and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
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.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,
   in the secret places of the stairs,
   let me see thy countenance,
   let me hear thy voice;
   for sweet is thy voice,
   and thy countenance is comely.
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How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! 
   how much better is thy love than wine! 
   and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
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 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, 
   to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
 I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine: 
   he feedeth among the lilies.
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 How fair and how pleasant art thou, 
   O love, for delights!
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I am my beloved's, 
   and his desire is toward me.
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