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Your lips are like a scarlet thread
    and your speech is lovely.
Your temple is like a slice of pomegranate
    behind your veil.
Like the tower of David is your neck,
    built for weapons.
A thousand shields are hung on it
    —all shields of warriors.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
    like twin gazelles
    grazing among the lilies.

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