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I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother,
    who would instruct me.
I would have you drink spiced wine,
    of the juice of my pomegranate.
His left hand would be under my head.
    His right hand would embrace me.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
    that you not stir up, nor awaken love,
    until it so desires.

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