Over Night

What is it, that happened to my hair? A miracle took place over night .
'Twas a knot, blonde, heavy and hard — and lo today it is glittering, smooth and soft .
'Twas a coil, short, tight and wild — and now it's streaming wildly to my ankle .
And now like melted, glowing gold — the hair, that has rested on your breast .
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Miriam Ulinower
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