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The Woman

I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is knocking. “Open to me, my sister, and my love,
    my dove, my perfect one;
for my head is wet with dew,
    my locks with the drops of the night.”
I had taken off my garment;
    how could I put it on again?
I had bathed my feet;
    how could I soil them?
My beloved put his hand by the latch,
    and my heart yearned for him.

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