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By night on my bed,

    I sought him whom my soul loves.
    I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
I will get up now, and go about the city;
    in the streets and in the squares I will seek him whom my soul loves.
    I sought him, but I didn’t find him.
The watchmen who go about the city found me;
    “Have you seen him whom my soul loves?”

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