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How lovely are your sandaled feet,
    O nobleman’s daughter!
The curves of your thighs are like jewels,
    the work of a craftsman’s hand.
Your navel is a round goblet,
    may it not lack mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat
    enclosed with lilies.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    twins of a gazelle.

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