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“But I’ve taken off my robe.
    Must I put it on again?
I’ve washed my feet.
    Must I get them dirty again?
My love put his hand through the opening.
    My heart began to pound for him.
I got up to open the door for my love.
    My hands dripped with myrrh.
It flowed from my fingers
    onto the handles of the lock.

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