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Woman

I was sleeping, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My love was knocking!(A)

Man

Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one.
For my head is drenched with dew,
my hair with droplets of the night.

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But my dove,(A) my virtuous one, is unique;(B)
she is the favourite of her mother,
perfect to the one who gave her birth.
Women see her and declare her fortunate;(C)
queens and concubines also, and they sing her praises:

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