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The king led me into the wine cellar; he ordained charity in me (he ordained his love upon me).

Beset ye me with flowers, compass ye me with apples; for I am sick for love. (Put ye flowers about me, yea, surround ye me with apple blossoms; for I am weak, or I faint, because of love.)

His left hand is under mine head; and his right hand shall embrace me.

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