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The Stray Hair to Miss Mary Alice

I found a small memento The day you went away, Upon the bed-room bureau Unconciously it lay.

It pleased me when I saw it, That one long golden hair I knew it must by Mary's It was so bright and fair.

I took it to the window And ere I hardly knew, Upon the gentle breeze Away it quickly flew.

I know not where it wandered Nor where it found a rest, Perhaps some bird espied it And twined it in her nest.