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Your left hand is under my head,
    and your right hand caresses me.

Promise me, women of Jerusalem,
    that you will not interrupt our love.

The Sixth Song

The Women

Who is this coming from the desert,
    arm in arm with her lover?

The Woman

Under the apple tree I woke you,
    in the place where you were born.

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