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Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that have just had their wool cut and have come up from their washing. All have given birth to two lambs, and not one among them has lost her young. Your lips are like a bright red string. Your mouth is beautiful. The sides of your face are like a piece of a pomegranate under your covering. Your neck is like the tower of David, built with beauty. On it hang a thousand battle-coverings, the coverings of men of war.

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