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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 \palate/ like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth [gliding gently over lips as we sleep]. Song of Solomon 7:7-9, Berean Annotated Bible. Public domain.
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