Your belly is a heap of wheat
Wild animals play at your feet
Your shoulders are the seat of love
Your eyes close, your eyes are dots
Your hair is like a royal tapestry
Fragrant as the groves of lebanon
Calamus and cinammon
Milk and honey are under your tongue
The young daughter of her mother
The favorite of the one who bore her
The only daughter of her mother
The favorite of the one who bore her


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The Groves Of Lebanon song meanings
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