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Promise me, women of Jerusalem;
    swear by the swift deer and the gazelles
    that you will not interrupt our love.

The Second Song

The Woman

I hear my lover's voice.
He comes running over the mountains,
    racing across the hills to me.
My lover is like a gazelle,
    like a young stag.
There he stands beside the wall.
He looks in through the window
    and glances through the lattice.

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