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Awake and Waiting

I have come into my garden,
        my sister, my bride.
    I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.
    I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey.
    I have drunk my wine with my milk.

Eat, O friends,
Drink, yes, drink your fill, O lovers!

I sleep, but my heart is awake.
    A voice! My lover is knocking!
“Open to me, my sister, my darling,
    my dove, my perfect one!
For my head is drenched with dew,
    my locks with dewdrops of night.”
I have stripped off my coat.
    How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet.
    How can I soil them?

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