I love your hair when it falls
In a bunch over your nape
I love it when you make plaits
And give them a snaky shape
I love your hair when it flows
With the wind over your face
I love it when you do not comb
And leave it loose in a mess
I love your hair when you make
A bun gathering it into a heap
I love it when you let me kiss you
As you hold it between our lips
I love your hair when you make
It shine tucking init a diamond clip
I love you when you come to me
And catch my heart with its grip
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