The wooing…

"Come, my shy and modest dove - leave your seclusion, come out in the open. Let me see your face, let me hear your voice. For your voice is soothing…

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In the time of harvest…

"Let both grow together until the harvest & in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, "Gather together first the tares & bind them in bundles to burn…

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