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A Girl's Black Hair

when I young I was well and tell my friends split ends my hair not fair but clean not mean I wash and brush my locks like ducks to say like fay I sing and swing and fly not cry to dry not fry under hot air my own full grown long hair black hair love you just you sweet you black you!

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