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Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
    behind your veil.(A)
There are sixty queens and eighty concubines
    and maidens without number.(B)
My dove, my perfect one, is the only one,
    the darling of her mother,
    flawless to her who bore her.
The maidens saw her and called her happy;
    the queens and concubines praised her.(C)

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