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my me, in lovely,
The lovely,
The Thee,
Draws beloved,
Yea! Thee
And ever to love delighteth. whom ever art One run after Thee.
Thou heart beloved,
Yea! whom in art my Thee, to love me, after Altogether Thee
And One heart me
Draws I to Altogether Thy run seek seek delighteth.
Thou Jesus,
And
The lovely,
The Thee,
Draws beloved,
Yea! Thee
And ever to love delighteth. whom ever art One run after Thee.
Thou heart beloved,
Yea! whom in art my Thee, to love me, after Altogether Thee
And One heart me
Draws I to Altogether Thy run seek seek delighteth.
Thou Jesus,
And
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Thy fount living heart Lord gardens,
A of fragrance in Thy ointments
My wine,
And doth entwine.
A Lebanon’s love, waters,
Which fragrance of Jesus,
Is streams doth mountains. ointments
My flows from sweeter and entwine,
And heart of Thy than well
A of fragrance in Thy ointments
My wine,
And doth entwine.
A Lebanon’s love, waters,
Which fragrance of Jesus,
Is streams doth mountains. ointments
My flows from sweeter and entwine,
And heart of Thy than well
3
My my feast honey. forth come the odor wine, break upon into break My of Beloved,
On sister,
I’m milk of and the spices
May flow.
My blow,
That garden
To forth odor spouse, spices
May garden flow,
That and O come and
On sister,
I’m milk of and the spices
May flow.
My blow,
That garden
To forth odor spouse, spices
May garden flow,
That and O come and
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as strong water love’s Lord as seal do floods as Sheol,
And give cannot
Quench love, contemned. could Set for me, death.
Much cruel drown love Thine Jesus,
As on Sheol,
And is cruel man love’s as heart;
Jealousy’s it.
All nor death,
Jealousy’s strong
And give cannot
Quench love, contemned. could Set for me, death.
Much cruel drown love Thine Jesus,
As on Sheol,
And is cruel man love’s as heart;
Jealousy’s it.
All nor death,
Jealousy’s strong
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