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Turn away your eyes from me,
    for they leave me defenseless.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    streaming down the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
    as they come up from the washing;
each of them has a twin,
    and not one is alone.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.

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