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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...


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. —The song of Solomon


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Exchanging I do’s in the ‘City of Love’

By Joanne Rae M. Ramirez | July 25, 2002 - 12:00am

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... The fig tree putteth forth her green...

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