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Until the morning comes and the shadows hurry away, I will go to the mountain of perfume plants, to the hill of special perfume.

“You are all beautiful, my love. You are perfect. Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. May you come with me from Lebanon. Travel down from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the homes of lions, from the mountain homes of leopards.

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