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His left hand [is] under my head, And his right doth embrace me.

I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, By the roes or by the hinds of the field, Stir not up nor wake the love till she please!

The voice of my beloved! lo, this -- he is coming, Leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

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