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Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
    that have come up from the washing.
Each one of them has a twin;
    not a single one is unpaired with the other.
Your lips are like a scarlet thread,
    and your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks behind your veil
    are like halves of a pomegranate.
Your neck is like the tower of David
    built layer upon layer;
a thousand bucklers hang upon it,
    all of them shields of valiant warriors.

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