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but my dove, my perfect one, is unique.
She’s unique to her mother,
    she’s pure to the one who gave birth to her.
Young women see her and call her blessed,
    queens and mistresses praise her.

The Young Women

10 Who is this who appears like the dawn,
    beautiful as the moon,
bright as the sun,
    awesome as an army with banners?

The Loved One

11 I went down to the walnut orchard,
    to look at the green sprouts in the valley,
to see whether the vine had budded,
    whether the pomegranates had blossomed.

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