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You have stolen (my) heart, my sister bride!
    You have stolen my heart with one glance from your eyes,
        with one ornament from your necklaces.
10 How beautiful is your love, my sister bride!
    How better is your love than wine,
        and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
11 Your lips drip nectar, my bride;
    honey and milk are under your lips;
        the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.

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