Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
His fruit was sweet to my taste.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair;
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet
Thine eyes are as doves behind the vale, and comely is thy mouth
Thy two
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