Behold, thou art fair, 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. Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely: Thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate Within thy locks.
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