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When You Run Fingers through Your Hair
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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines] When you run fingers through your hair,
It makes me extremely euphoric,
Your black hair steals my heart away,
Reminding me of Nazrul’s lyric.
Sif’s golden hair seems bleak,
The dark cloud during the rainy season,
Must feel ashamed and jealous,
For it does have a logical reason!
May time has no control over your hair!
Black like coal it must remain is my prayer!
