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The Fourth Song

The Woman

“I was asleep, but my heart was awake. A voice! My love was knocking: ‘Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one! For my head is wet from the water on the grass in the early morning. My hair is wet from the night.’ I have taken off my dress. How can I put it on again? I have washed my feet. Should I get them dirty again? My love put his hand through the opening, and joy filled my heart.

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