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7 This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters. 8 I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons, Song of Solomon 7:7-8, Young's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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