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Sos 1:13

My beloved is like a fragrant pouch of myrrh 1  spending the night 2  between my breasts.

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Sos 8:1

The Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how I wish you were 1  my little brother, 2  nursing at my mother’s breasts; if I saw 3  you outside, I could kiss you – surely 4  no one would despise me! 5

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