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Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
    and your mouth is lovely.
Behind your veil,
    your temple is like a slice of pomegranate.
Your neck is like the tower of David,
    built with rows of stones.
A thousand shields are hung upon it,
    all the shields of the warriors.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies.

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