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My lover extended his hand through the opening
—my heart yearned for him.
I rose to open for my lover.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
    yes, my fingers with flowing myrrh,
    on the handles of the lock.
I opened to my lover—
    but my lover had departed,
    he was gone!
My soul went out to him when he spoke.
    I searched for him, but did not find him.
I called him, but he did not answer me.

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