To tell you the truth ‘my dear',
I have fallen in love with your shiny hair,
Catherine's hair in A Farewell to Arms seems slight,
After seeing yours one being followed by the moonlight.
Oh symbol of beauty! Don't be so cruel,
Let your gorgeous hair fly ‘my jewel',
Because the air does wait to play,
With your hair everyday.
Let the beauty be born around you,
Free your hair, let it fly in joy, let it go!
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