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“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.

“Many waters cannot quench love, nor can the rivers drown it. If a man were to give all the wealth of his house for love, they would greatly despise it.”

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