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Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.

Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

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