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His left hand should be under my head,
and his right hand should embrace me.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up,
nor awake my love, until he please.

Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, leaning upon her beloved?
I raised thee up under the apple tree:
there thy mother brought thee forth:
there she brought thee forth that bare thee.

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