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Kiss me and kiss me again, for thy love is better than wine...

Behold, thou art fair, my love, behold, thou art fair, thou hast doves' eyes.

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasing beyond words; our bed is green.

The beams of our house are cedar, and our rafters of fir.

Song of Solomon 1:2,15-17