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Turn away your eyes from me,
    for they overwhelm me—
(A)Your hair is like a flock of goats
    leaping down the slopes of Gilead.
(B)Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
    that have come up from the washing;
all of them bear twins;
    not one among them has lost its young.
(C)Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.

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