My love resembles a buck,
Or a young stag.
Lo, there he stands at our wall,
Peeking in the window,
Peering through the lattice.
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Book II: verse 9 My love resembles a buck, Or a young stag. Lo, there he stands at our wall, Peeking in the window, Peering through the lattice. |
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