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11 Your lips taste very sweet to me, my bride.
    They taste like honey that falls from the honeycomb.
    Milk and honey are under your tongue.
The smell of your clothes
    is like the cedar trees of Lebanon.
12 My sister and my bride, you are like a garden for me
    that is locked to other men.
You are like a spring or a fountain
    that other people may not drink water from.
13 Your body is like a special garden.
    It is full of pomegranate trees with their sweet fruit.
There are wonderful fruits to enjoy.
    There are also henna and nard.

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