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HER HAIR THE NET OF GOLDEN WIRE by ANONYMOUS

Last Line: THAN BREAK ONE HAIR TO GAIN HER LIBERY
Subject(s): HAIR;
HER hair the net of golden wire,
Wherein my heart, led by my wandering eyes,
So fast entangled is that in no wise
It can, nor will, again retire;
But rather will in that sweet bondage die
Than break one hair to gain her libery.



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