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Behold,
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thou art fair.
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Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet.
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Thine eyes are as doves behind the veil.
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And comely is thy mouth.
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Thy two breasts are like forns
feeding among the lilies.
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Thy navel is like a round goblet...
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wherein no mingled wine is wanting.
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Thy belly is like a heap of wheat,
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set about with lilies.
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Let thy breasts
be as clusters on the vine.
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And thy mouth like the best wine.
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Open to me my dove,
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for my head is filled
with the drops of the night.
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Come, my beloved,
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let us see if the wine flourishes...
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and the tender grapes appear...
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and the pomegranates bud forth."