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Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle.
Your neck is like an ivory tower,
    your eyes pools in Heshbon,
    by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,
    overlooking Damascus.
Your head crowns like Carmel,
    and your flowing hair is like purple;
    a king is held captive in the tresses.

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