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“My well-beloved put in his hand by the opening, and my core was moved toward him.

“I rose up to open to my well-beloved, and my hands did drop down myrrh, and my fingers pure myrrh, upon the handles of the bolt.

“I opened to my well-beloved, but my well-beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart failed when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him. I called him, but he did not answer me.

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