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Arise, My Love Arise, O my love; I am my
beloved’s, and he is mine; Thy kisses,
beloved, are sweeter than wine. Arise, O my love; The time of the
singing of birds is at hand, And the voice of
the turtle is heard in our land. |
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Arise, My Love Arise, O my love; I am my
beloved’s, and he is mine; Thy kisses,
beloved, are sweeter than wine. Arise, O my love; The time of the
singing of birds is at hand, And the voice of
the turtle is heard in our land. |
