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O that his left hand were under my head,
    and that his right hand embraced me!
I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    by the gazelles or the hinds of the field,
that you stir not up nor awaken love
    until it please.

Springtime Rhapsody

The voice of my beloved!
    Behold, he comes,
leaping upon the mountains,
    bounding over the hills.

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