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Solomon,
The promised gardens, We’ve reached With a shimmer in her eyes, She recited the excitement Writing the last lines, Solomon start singing "Come, my beloved, let us go out into the country, Let us spend the night in the villages. Let us rise early and go to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine has budded And its blossoms have opened, And whether the pomegranates have bloomed. There I will give you my love. The mandrakes have given forth fragrance; And over our doors are all choice fruits, Both new and old, Which I have saved up for you, my beloved."(Song of Solomon 7:12) She spread the sheets by the Salt lake and the statues Blind folding me with her palms She made love to me A clan of my own tomorrows Rushed and found their kingdoms Deep down the valleys of her womb And the vineyards stood a day and night away
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