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Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    like twin gazelles
    grazing among the lilies.
Until the day cools
    and the shadows flee away,
I will go to the mountain of myrrh
    and to the hill of frankincense.
You are altogether lovely, my darling,
    and no blemish is in you.[a]

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  1. Song of Songs 4:7 Lit. there is no flaw in you; hyperbole.