Who is this coming up from the wilderness,
Leaning upon her Beloved?
Love is as strong as death.
Jealousy as cruel as the grave.
Its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame.
She leans, she knows who she is.
I will be found leaning.
Is it two?
Or is it one. I can't tell.
Leaning upon her Beloved?
Love is as strong as death.
Jealousy as cruel as the grave.
Its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame.
She leans, she knows who she is.
I will be found leaning.
Is it two?
Or is it one. I can't tell.
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