| How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples;And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
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