A voice! My beloved!
Here is
leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills
.
My beloved is like a deer or a deer
.
Here he is, he is
behind our wall, looking out the window
,
peering through the lattice.
Now my beloved speaks and says to me
"Rise friend my
my beautiful one, and come!
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain stopped
is, is gone;
flowers appear on the earth,
time of singing has come
and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our
campaign ...."
sleepless night without regret, it was worth it, the friend Radio to keep me company, and in honor of these beautiful verses.
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