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How beautiful you are, my darling!
     Oh, how beautiful!
     Your eyes behind your veil are doves.
Your hair is like a flock of goats
    descending from the hills of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn,
     coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin;
     not one of them is alone.
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
     your mouth is lovely.

Song of Solomon 4