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Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
    coming up from washing.
Each of them has a twin,
    and none among them is missing.
Your lips are like a scarlet thread
    and your speech is lovely.
Your temple is like a slice of pomegranate
    behind your veil.
Like the tower of David is your neck,
    built for weapons.
A thousand shields are hung on it
    —all shields of warriors.

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