For the winter has passed, the summer has come. For low, the sound of the turtledove is back in the field and the flower starts to blossom again. For the winter has passed and the summer has come. Come home, come home my beloved, come home. For the winter has passed over your life, for I hear the sound of the turtledove back in the field. Come home my beloved, come home. For your voice is sweet, your fragrance is good. Come home, my beloved, come home.

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