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“I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, that you neither stir up nor awaken my love until she pleases.”

“Who is this who comes up out of the wilderness, leaning upon her well-beloved? I raised you up under an apple tree. There your mother conceived you. There she conceived who bore you.”

“Set me as a seal on your heart, as a signet upon your arm. For love is strong as death. Jealousy is cruel as the grave. Its coals are fiery coals, a vehement flame.

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