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(A)Turn your eyes away from me,
    for they stir me up.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    streaming down from Gilead.
(B)Your teeth are like a flock of ewes
    that come up from the washing,
All of them big with twins,
    none of them barren.
Like pomegranate halves,
    your cheeks behind your veil.

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