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Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn,
which came up from the washing;
whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely:
thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury,
whereon there hang a thousand bucklers,
all shields of mighty men.

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