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Her hair’s the canopy of heaven,|
Her eyes the pools of healing are,
Her words wild prophecies whose seven
Thunders resound from star to star.
Her hands and feet are jewels fine|
Wrought for the edifice of all grace,
Her breath inebriates like wine
The blinding beauty of her face
Is lovelier than the primal light|
And holds her lover’s pride apart
To tame the lions of the night
That range the wilderness of his heart.
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