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I would lead you and bring you
    into the house of my mother,
    she who used to instruct me.
I would give you spiced wine to drink,
    the juice of my pomegranates.
His left hand is under my head,
    and his right arm embraces me!
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    do not stir up or awaken love
    until it pleases.

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