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Draw me after you, let us run.
    The king has brought me into his chambers.

Friends of the Woman

We will exult and rejoice in you;
    we will remember your love more than wine;
    rightly do they love you.

The Woman

I am dark, but still lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem,
    like the tents of Kedar,
    like the curtains of Solomon.
Do not gaze at me, because I am dark,
    because the sun has looked upon me.
My mother’s sons were angry with me;
    they made me the keeper of the vineyards,
    but my own vineyard I have not kept.

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