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Friends ask, she answers confidently
Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved
My beloved has gone down to his garden, To the beds of spices, To feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine. He browses among the lilies,