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Your navel is like a round basin
Which never lacks mixed wine;
Your belly is like a heap of wheat
Encircled with lilies.
Your (A)two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle.
Your (B)neck is like a tower of ivory,
Your eyes like the pools in (C)Heshbon
By the gate of Bath-rabbim;
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon,
Which faces toward Damascus.

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