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Draw me; we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee.

We will make thee plaits of gold With studs of silver.

Make haste, my beloved, And be thou like to a roe or to a young hart Upon the mountains of spices.