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Many waters cannot quench love,
    nor rivers wash it away.
If one gave all the wealth of his house for love,
    it would be utterly despised.

We have a little sister,
    still without breasts.
What shall we do for our sister
    on the day when she is spoken for?
If she is a wall,
    we will build on her a turret of silver.
If she is a door,
    we will fence her in with cedar plank.

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