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I sleep, but my heart is awake.
    A voice! My lover is knocking!
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove, my perfect one!
For my head is drenched with dew,
    my locks with dewdrops of night.”
I have stripped off my coat.
    How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet.
    How can I soil them?

My lover extended his hand through the opening
—my heart yearned for him.

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