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Golden Hair was all my joy;

Golden Hair was my delight;

To him my heart was but a toy;

Still I love him, crowned with sunlight;

Every swain does win his favor,

Turns his head with sugary word,

Offers false coin passed as love of heart;

Yet he has known love's true savor;

Golden Hair is of my heart its lord;

Golden Hair, do give our love a new start.

David Kirkpatrick

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