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Your neck is like the tower of David,
    built in courses;
on it hang a thousand bucklers,
    all of them shields of warriors.(A)
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle,
    that feed among the lilies.(B)
Until the day breathes
    and the shadows flee,
I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh
    and the hill of frankincense.(C)

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