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“Behold, you are fair, my love. Behold, you are fair! Your eyes are like doves. Among your locks your hair is like the flock of goats which look down from the mountain of Gilead.

“Your teeth are like a flock of sheep in good order, which go up from the washing, from which each one brings out twins. And none is barren among them.

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