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7 Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit. 8 I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples, 9 and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth. Song of Solomon 7:7-9, Berean Standard Bible. Public domain.
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