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“You, my love, are beautiful as Tirzah, as comely as Jerusalem, as terrible as an army with banners.

“Turn away your eyes from me, for they overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats, which look down from Gilead.

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

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