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Chapter 8

Would that you were a brother to me,
    nursed at my mother’s breasts!
If I met you out of doors, I would kiss you
    and none would despise me.

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If only you were to me like a brother,
    who was nursed at my mother’s breasts!
Then, if I found you outside,
    I would kiss you,
    and no one would despise me.

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