My Beloved's gift to all
There
There is a hair
There is a hair over there
Over here and over there
It is everywhere
The hair. The hair.
It floats in the air
It is on my chair
It is even in my underwear
Is it one hair? Surprise! It is a pair
Another one? I cannot bear
I do declare
I did not ask her to share
Yet it is there
Over here and over there
It is everywhere
The hair.
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