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7 Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of fruit. 8 I told myself, |I'll go up the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples. Song of Solomon 7:7-8, Intl. Standard Version. Copyright © 1995-2014 by ISV Foundation.
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