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Turn your eyes from me.
    They excite me too much!
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    streaming down Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are white like sheep
    just coming from their bath.
Each one has a twin.
    None of them is alone.
Your cheeks behind your veil
    are like slices of a pomegranate.

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Turn your eyes from me;
    they overwhelm me.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from Gilead.(A)
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
    coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin,
    not one of them is missing.(B)
Your temples behind your veil(C)
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.(D)

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