Away, my love, come be with me,
The time of loves has come;
The winter time is past and gone,
The dove begins her song.
My heart is ravished with thy love,
'Tis far surpassing sweet;
I eagerly await to hear
The approaching of thy feet.
The cool of day has come again,
To the garden let us go;
Leave other loves behind to share
The love that we both know.
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