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It was the little girl’s hair
They worried about Shining, golden nuggets Of light leaping from strand To strand It made them afraid, curious, Awesome, dumbstruck, blind, In hate and in love So they hid her away Forbid her to leave The dark and lonely room And there she sat Year after year Framed in the backlit Picture window Singing to herself And the birds answered back One spring day A fine young man Followed the beautiful music To the one in the window The old ones were afraid They sent her far away To a barren desert Where she wouldn’t stray But a song filled with the lute And the flute and dancing in May Possessed the young man Led him to her little house And there they stay Together to this day. |