Spikenard and saffron,
Sweet love and sweet food;
Awake oh my north wind!
For, you are like a carved ivory inlaid with sapphires,
And like pillars of marbles set on the beases of gold;
But, your mouth is the most sweetest.
Cook it like it is,
Eat it like it is,
Tell it like it is,
Use it like it is,
Keep it like it is,
Sweet love and sweet food!
But, your mouth is the most sweetest.
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