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His left hand is under my head.
His right hand brings me near to him.

Promise this to me, young women of Jerusalem:
    Do not cause our love to wake up.
Do not cause it to become too strong
    until the time is right.
The gazelles and the wild deer will know about your promise.

Listen! I hear the voice of my lover!
    Look! He is coming!
He moves quickly across the mountains.
    He runs across the hills.

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