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Golden HairI want your golden hair around, want your mind around my crown. Bring me life my guiding light. You my air aglows the sky in a mellow gate of sunrise. You guide our way to heaven in a technicolor dream. I twist my mind around your crown, you twist your wings around my sky. I fix your wings around my ground. There’s nothing more I’ve got to hide. Your golden hair reflects when all is gone, it’s glowing flair means more when you’re alone.
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