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Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which looks toward Damascus. Your head crowns you like Carmel. Your flowing hair is like strings of purple. The king is held by the beauty of your hair. How beautiful and how pleasing you are, my love! How happy you make me!

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