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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which has come up from the washing. All of them give birth to two lambs at a time, and not one of them has lost her young. The sides of your forehead are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your face-covering. There are sixty queens, and eighty women kept who act like wives, and there are too many young women to number who have never had a man.

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