In the morning, the heavens opened and it began to rain. Bella grabbed her umbrella to get to school, as she walked out of the hostel the first
He is coming to visit and he is dashing
as a young stag leaping upon the mountains,
springing upon the hills, there he is,
Standing at the door, trying to peer through
the window and peep through open corner
Alas, he speaks, Come my darling,
my fair one, come with me,
the winter has passed,
The rain is over and gone
The blossoms have appeared in the land
The time of singing has come, and the voice of
the turtledove has been heard in the land,
O my precious, gentle dove, you have been
Like a dove in the clefts of the mountain rocks,
In the hidden places along the mountain trails.
Now come out from the hidden places,
And let me see you, let me hear your voice,
For your voice is sweet and you're as
Gracefully beautiful as a dove in flight
Against a soft blue sky.
My love what we have together,
It is a valuable treasure,
It is like a garden of the loveliest flowers,
And in the world, let us therefore promise
Each other to catch any foxes that could spoil
Tis our beautiful garden, when now at long
lasting our sweetest love on us blossoms.
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