Her Hair Was As Black
Her hair was as black as desperation in the night
Yet it shone red in the fury of the light
Not contained by ribbons, by braids or by bands
It was like holding flames in the luck of my hands
Yet it shone red in the fury of the light
Not contained by ribbons, by braids or by bands
It was like holding flames in the luck of my hands
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