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7 This, your stature, is like a palm tree, your breasts like its fruit. 8 I said, “I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit.” Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples. 9 Your mouth is like the best wine, that goes down smoothly for my beloved, gliding through the lips of those who are asleep. Song of Solomon 7:7-9, World English Bible. Public domain.
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