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Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them.

As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number.

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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep
    coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin,
    not one of them is missing.(A)
Your temples behind your veil(B)
    are like the halves of a pomegranate.(C)
Sixty queens(D) there may be,
    and eighty concubines,(E)
    and virgins beyond number;

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