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Your stature is like a palm tree,
    and your breasts are like its clusters.
I say I will climb the palm tree
    and take hold of its branches.
Oh, may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
    and the scent of your breath like apples,
    and your mouth like the best wine.
It goes down smoothly for my beloved,
    gliding over lips and teeth.

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