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Until the day breathes and the shadows flee,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh,
and to the hill of incense.

You are altogether beautiful, my darling.
There is no flaw in you.

Spices and Wine, Milk and Honey

The Man

Come with me from Lebanon, my bride.
With me from Lebanon, come.
Descend from the top of Amana,
from the top of Senir and Hermon,
from the lions’ dens,
and from the mountains of the leopards.

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