Behold you are fair, my darling,
Behold you are fair.
Your eyes are doves
Behind your veil.
Your hair like a flock of shorn goats
Streaming down Mount Gilead.
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Book IV: verse 1 Behold you are fair, my darling, Behold you are fair. Your eyes are doves Behind your veil. Your hair like a flock of shorn goats Streaming down Mount Gilead. |
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