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I always hated your hair when, ood
streaming through the blo soming
amid rising shafts of sunlight,
in mad pursuit
of winding stream
or epic height.

all of a sudden you would halt,
catching wind of a changing air,
and I would run headlong into
your spider-web hair.

I always hated your hair when,
pursuing winding rivers to the ea,
we would dive deep in sparkling ter ,
and bursting forth to the surface,
gasping for air,

I would suck in mouthful
of your sea-weed hair.

I always hated your hair wh n,
uundling back from the field fr hly gl
with our slowly rotting wooden b ke •
in the last rays of our slowly dying
placing our harvest on the ro k,
our arms laden with full-grown
a ripened apple, and a dropped pear,
and I would eat a face-full
of your corn-silk hair.