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Your lips are like a bright red string. Your mouth is beautiful. The sides of your face are like a piece of a pomegranate under your covering. Your neck is like the tower of David, built with beauty. On it hang a thousand battle-coverings, the coverings of men of war. Your two breasts are like two young deer, the two young ones of a gazelle, that eat among the lilies.

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