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Turn your eyes away from me,
    for they overwhelm me!
Your hair is like a flock of ewe goats
    descending down from Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
    that have come up from the washing.
Each of them has a twin,
    and none among them is missing.
Your temple is like a slice of pomegranate
    behind your veil.

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