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    Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. 
 Let my beloved come into his garden, And eat his precious fruits.
  
    
  
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    I am come into my garden, my sister, [my] bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; 
Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.