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Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.

How fair is thy love, my sister, my bride! How much better is thy love than wine! And the fragrance of thine oils than all manner of spices!

Thou art a fountain of gardens, A well of living waters, And flowing streams from Lebanon.

And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep.