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Your head is like Mount Carmel,
    and your hair is like purple cloth;
    the king is captured in its folds.
You are beautiful and pleasant;
    my love, you are full of delights.
You are tall like a palm tree,
    and your breasts are like its bunches of fruit.

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Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries.

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

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