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Turn your eyes away from me;
    they are holding me captive.
Your hair dances like a flock of goats
    bounding down the hills of Gilead.
Your teeth are as white as a flock of sheep
    that have just been washed.
Not one of them is missing;
    they are all perfectly matched.
Your cheeks glow behind your veil.

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