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"Awake, O north wind, And come, wind of the south; Make my garden breathe out fragrance, Let its spices be wafted abroad
May my beloved come into his garden And eat its choice fruits!"
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"I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk Eat, friends;
Drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers."