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Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
    and your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks behind your veil
    are like halves of a pomegranate.
Your neck is like the tower of David
    built layer upon layer;
a thousand bucklers hang upon it,
    all of them shields of valiant warriors.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    young twins of a gazelle
    that graze among the lilies.

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