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- "You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, As lovely as Jerusalem, As awesome as an army with banners.
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- "There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, And maidens without number;
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- "I went down to the orchard of nut trees To see the blossoms of the valley, To see whether the vine had budded Or the pomegranates had bloomed.
- "Before I was aware, my soul set me Over the chariots of my noble people."
- "Come back, come back, O Shulammite; Come back, come back, that we may gaze at you!" "Why should you gaze at the Shulammite, As at the dance of the two companies?
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