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Come back, come back, O Shulammite!
Come back, come back,
    that we may look upon you.

Why do you gaze at the Shulammite
    like the dance of Mahanaim?

How lovely are your sandaled feet,
    O nobleman’s daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
    the work of a craftsman’s hand.

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