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Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.
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Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
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Your neck is like an ivory tower. Your eyes are pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon, overlooking Damascus.
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Your head crowns you like Carmel, and your flowing locks are like purple; a king is held captive in the tresses.
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How fair and pleasant you are, O loved one, delectable maiden!
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You are stately as a palm tree, and your breasts are like its clusters.
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I say I will climb the palm tree and lay hold of its branches. O may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples,
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and your kisses like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
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I am my beloved's, and his desire is for me.
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Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the fields, and lodge in the villages;
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let us go out early to the vineyards, and see whether the vines have budded, whether the grape blossoms have opened and the pomegranates are in bloom. There I will give you my love.