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15 You are like a spring of water in a garden.
You are like a well that has fresh water.
    The water runs down from Lebanon's mountains.

The young woman:

16 Wake up, north wind! Come now, south wind!
    Blow on my garden!
    Make the sweet smell of its spices move in the air.
May my lover come into his garden now!
    Let him taste its wonderful fruits!

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