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I said, ‘I will climb the palm tree.
    I will take hold of its fruit.’
For me, your breasts are like bunches of grapes.
    Your breath is like the sweet smell of apples.
For me, your mouth has the taste of the best wine.

The young woman:

May the wine pour out for my lover.
    May it pour over his lips and his teeth.
10 I belong to my lover,
    and he wants to be with me!

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