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The Woman Speaks to the Friends

My lover’s left hand is under my head,
    and his right arm holds me tight.
Women of Jerusalem,
    promise not to awaken
or excite my feelings of love
    until it is ready.

The Friends Speak

Who is this coming out of the desert,
    leaning on her lover?

The Man Speaks to the Woman

I woke you under the apple tree
    where you were born;
    there your mother gave birth to you.

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