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Turn your eyes away from me,
    for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    streaming down from Gilead.
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;
your cheeks are like halves
    of a pomegranate behind your veil.

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