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The Friends

Where has your lover gone,
most beautiful of women?
Where did your lover turn?
We will look for him with you.

I Am His. He Is Mine.

The Woman

My lover has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
to browse in the gardens,
and to gather lilies.

I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine.
He browses among the lilies.

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