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Short bob on her head
Or streaks sliding down the chest
How beautiful each of them looked
With hair so wide apart in uniqueness
Each was a sight for sore eyes
Black or blonde, dyed or natural
A woman looks a miracle in her own way
Whether she has silken threads
Or curls falling down the waist
She looks a paragon of beauty and grace
When her hair enjoys full freedom.
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