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behold thou art fair my love behold thou art fair thou hast

doves eyes within thy locks thy hairs as a flock of goats that appear from mount

gilead behold

I don't like that more.

Too sophisticated.

Isn't she strange?

I don't think this one can endure.

These two just may work.

You should go.

Well, do you want to go?

Why not?

Yeah, it looks like a psychological tool.

Hmm, did we even get some money for it?

Why not?

It'll be a venture.

Sounds like fun.

Sure. Okay, let's go.

Please don't be alarmed.

You've been brought here under false pretenses.

We do hope you'll cooperate in a little experiment of ours.

an experiment in pleasure and in pain.

We hope you'll participate willingly because you have no alternative.

Janie, I want you to watch something.

Deirdre?

Dance for me, my beloved.

I charge you, daughter of my wants, until the day break and the shadows flee

away.

Turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young heart upon the mountains of

my thoughts.

Stay her with floggings, my love.

Comfort her with pain so that she may feel.

O my flesh, thou hast ravished my heart.

His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk and

fizzly set.

His cheeks are as a bed of spices, sweet flowers.

His lips like lilies, dropping sweet -smelling salts of his body, salts of

salts of rage.

He shall be beyond everything.

Ivan felt his need to kill was now peaked.

The girl, Samantha, looked very much like our newfound Janie.

I just had to show David.

Beautiful.

How beautiful are thy feet, my love.

The joints of thy thighs are like jewels.

The work of the hands of a cunning workman.

Your navel is like a round goblet which wanteth not liquor.

Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.

How fair and how pleasant are they.

Oh, love, the delight.

Behold, thou art fair, my loves.

Thou hast dove's eyes.

I do charge thee. Thou excite my very chambers of love.

I think she's ready now.

We're going to the ocean now.

Let us be beside the land's edge.

Let us see the waters resist the winds.

Let us feel the stones.

There I will give thee my love.

Go forth, ye children of mine.

Your loves are our loves.

We know your pains, your joys.

Thy neck is like the Tower of David, built for an armory, wherein there hang

thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.

I will rise now and go about the city and the streets, and in the broad ways

I will seek him whom my soul loveth.

I sought him, but I found him not.

It was but a little that I passed from then, but I found him whom my soul

desired.