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 1     I|    save her visage fair,~Her hair unbound she made a wanton
 2   III| wound, but through her amber hair~The purple drops down railed
 3   VII|     see the day,~Or that thy hair for age shall turn to gray;~ ~
 4  VIII|    one carried by the golden hair~A head but late cut off
 5    IX| therein uprolled adorned his hair,~His face seemed fierce
 6   XII|     gan to tear and rend~His hair, his face, his wounds, a
 7  XIII|    verdant plain around,~His hair start up, yet once again
 8    XV|      beams of old Hyperion's hair,~Her gondola so passed swiftly
 9   XVI|      and pleasures bold!~Her hair, that done, she twisted
10  XVII|  voice and stature feminine,~Hair long and black, black face,
11   XIX|     the spoiler by her amber hair~Draws to his lust the virgin