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Thy two breasts are like two ofarim (fawns, young deer) that are twins, which graze among the lilies.

Until HaYom (the day) break, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the har hamor (mountain of myrrh), and to the hill of frankincense.

Thou art all yafeh, my love; there is no mum (blemish, spot, defect, flaw) in thee.

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