-I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine.
-My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
-Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
-Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee.
-My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
-His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend.
-Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.
-Song of Soloman
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