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> paxil How beautiful, how entrancing you are, my loved one, daughter of delights! > You are stately as a palm-tree, and your breasts are the clusters of dates. > I said, "I will climb up into the palm to grasp its fronds." May I find your > breast like clusters of grapes on the vine, the scent of your breath like > apricots, and your whispers like spiced wine flowing smoothly to welcome my > caresses, gliding down through lips and teeth. > [Song of Solomon 7:6-9 (NEB)]