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O, that you were like a brother to me,
    who nursed at my mother’s breasts.
If I found you outside, I would kiss you,
    and no one would despise me.
I would lead you
    and bring you into my mother’s house—
    she who has taught me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink
    from the nectar of my pomegranate.

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