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As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.

There are threescore queens and fourscore concubines and virgins without number.

My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her.” “The daughters saw her and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her:

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