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I had taken off my garment;
    how could I put it on again?
I had bathed my feet;
    how could I soil them?
My beloved put his hand by the latch,
    and my heart yearned for him.
I rose up to open to my beloved,
    and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with liquid myrrh
    on the handles of the bolt.

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