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| - Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone.
- Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate.
- Sixty queens there may be, and eighty concubines, and virgins beyond number;
- but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The maidens saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her.
- Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?
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