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Locks of Gold Her locks of gold he did spy As she meandered past. Her curvaceous form, Eyes of blue and lips of red Caused his heart to race. When she turned and smiled At him, the final die was cast. From that moment, he was hers. She had him, soul and heart. Her prisoner forever more, Held by locks of gold.
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