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    Your hidden place is open to me like a goblet, perfect and round,
        that never runs dry of blended wine;
    Your waist is a mound of wheat—curved and white and fertile—
        encircled by lilies.
    Your breasts are like two fawns,
        twins of a gazelle.
    Your neck is as stunning as an ivory tower;
        your eyes shimmer like the pools in Heshbon
        by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
    Your nose is strong and proud like the tower of Lebanon,
        which points toward Damascus.

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Your navel is a rounded goblet
    that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
    encircled by lilies.
Your breasts(A) are like two fawns,
    like twin fawns of a gazelle.
Your neck is like an ivory tower.(B)
Your eyes are the pools of Heshbon(C)
    by the gate of Bath Rabbim.
Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon(D)
    looking toward Damascus.

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