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15 “Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines; for our vines have tender grapes.”

16 “My beloved is mine, and I am his; he feedeth among the lilies.

17 Until the day break and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.

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