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2 Bride: <font color=#0000CC>I sleep, yet my heart watches. The voice of my beloved knocking:</font> <V 5:4>Groom to Bride: <font color=#CC0000>Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my immaculate one. For my head is full of dew, and the locks of my hair are full of the drops of the night.</font> 3 Bride: <font color=#0000CC>I have taken off my tunic; how shall I be clothed in it? I have washed my feet; how shall I spoil them?</font> 4 <font color=#0000CC>My beloved put his hand through the window, and my inner self was moved by his touch.</font> 5 <font color=#0000CC>I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.</font> 6 <font color=#0000CC>I opened the bolt of my door to my beloved. But he had turned aside and had gone away. My soul melted when he spoke. I sought him, and did not find him. I called, and he did not answer me.</font> Song of Solomon 5:2-6, Catholic Public Domain Version. Public domain.
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