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The young woman:

I would like it if you were my brother
    who drank milk from my mother's breasts!
If you were my brother,
    if I found you outside, I could kiss you.
Nobody would think that I was doing something wrong.
I would lead you to my mother's house.
    She is the one who has taught me.
I would give you wine with spices to drink,
    the juice from my pomegranates.

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