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Thoughts while curling Carrie's hair

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Sister--I twine thy glossy Locks
  As oft in days gone by 
Has times that steals with stealthy step
  Touched them to silently?

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Yes longer darker now they flow
  Unlike the golden spray
That round the dimpled rosy face
  A golden cloud did stray.

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Softly they steal around the cheek
  Time's touch has made so bright
The eye upraised to mine me thinks 
  Beams with a different light.

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Childhood is fleeting fast away
  While girlhood steals apace
Upon thine earnest brow e'en now 
  It's [[downy]] touch I trace

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