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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.

His left hand is under my head.
His right hand brings me near to him.

Promise this to me, young women of Jerusalem:
    Do not cause our love to wake up.
Do not cause it to become too strong
    until the time is right.

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