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10 How fair is your love, my sister, my bride!
    How much better than wine is your love,
    and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!
11 Your lips drip honey, my bride;
    honey and milk are under your tongue;
    and the fragrance of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
12 A garden locked is my sister, my bride,
    a fountain sealed.

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