A Woman's Hair.[1]
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Oh! little lock of golden hue In gently waving ringlet curl'd, By the dear head on which you grew, I would not lose you for a world. Not though a thousand more adorn The polished brow where once you shone, Like rays which guild a cloudless sky Beneath Columbia's fervid zone.
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