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I wish that you were my brother,
    that my mother had nursed you at her breast.
Then, if I met you in the street,
    I could kiss you and no one would mind.
I would take you to my mother's house,
    where you could teach me love.
I would give you spiced wine,
    my pomegranate wine to drink.

Your left hand is under my head,
    and your right hand caresses me.

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