While i slept
My heart was wake
I dreamt my love
Knocked at the door
My love put her hand on the door
I was thrilled that she was near
I was already to let her come in
My hand was covered with myrrh
My finger was liquid myrrh
I grasped the handle of the door
I opened the door for my lover
But she had already gone
I wanted to hear her voice
I looked for her, i couldn't find her
I called her, but heard no answer
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