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Now is the time of everlasting embraces!
My beloved! come, meet me to-day!
Take me to thy bosom!
The dew is flooding things with joy.
My love! come to me!
It is the season of the cooling dew!
The dew is falling everywhere,
And wet is every rose.
The gentle breath of heaven blows.

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