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I got up to let my love in, and perfume fell from my hands. Wet perfume fell from my fingers onto the lock. I opened the door to my love, but he had already gone! My heart went out to him as he spoke. I looked for him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer me. The watchmen of the city found me. They beat me and hurt me. The watchmen of the walls took my coat from me.

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