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You knot your Hair loosely behind The crown of your Skull out of Habit - but it Cascades from a Spire in your Principled clouds to Cover the earth - to Tickle the Twitching curve of my Lip, and to Brush the Baying drum of my Inner ear, and to Fill the Faithless recollection of my Dream like a Summer haze.