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I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! `Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled [with] dew, My locks [with] drops of the night.'

I have put off my coat, how do I put it on? I have washed my feet, how do I defile them?

My beloved sent his hand from the net-work, And my bowels were moved for him.

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