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“Behold, thou art fail, my love; behold, thou art fair. Thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks; thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn which came up from the washing, whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.

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“Behold, thou art fail, my love; behold, thou art fair. Thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks; thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.

Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn which came up from the washing, whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.

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