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Your cheeks behind your veil
are like the halves of a pomegranate.
There may be sixty queens,
and eighty concubines,
and virgins beyond number,
but my dove, my perfect one, is one of a kind.
She is the only daughter of her mother,
pure to the one who bore her.
The girls saw her and called her blessed.
The queens and concubines also praised her.

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