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Your breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle,(A) that feed among the lilies.
Until the day breaks[a]
and the shadows flee,(B)
I will make my way to the mountain of myrrh
and the hill of frankincense.(C)
You are absolutely beautiful,(D) my darling;
there is no imperfection in you.

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  1. 4:6 Lit breathes