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I would take you to my mother's house,
    where you could teach me love.
I would give you spiced wine,
    my pomegranate wine to drink.

Your left hand is under my head,
    and your right hand caresses me.

Promise me, women of Jerusalem,
    that you will not interrupt our love.

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I would lead thee, and bring thee into my mother's house, who would instruct me: I would cause thee to drink of spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate.

His left hand should be under my head, and his right hand should embrace me.

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that ye stir not up, nor awake my love, until he please.

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