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I’m my Beloved’s sweet; His desire is for me. Come, let us go forth into the fields; In love, together, let’s Lodge in the villages, Enjoy the love twixt You and me. |
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Let’s rise at dawn’s first hue, See the vineyards, I and You, Enjoy together our labor’s fruit; See if the vine has bloomed, The pomegranates, too; There I will give my love to You. |
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Mandrakes with sweet perfume, Choicest fruits, both old and new, These, my Beloved, I’ve stored up for You; My love belongs to You, And I’ll enjoy You, too; Love’s strong as death twixt me and You. |
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