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Thus having said, she turn'd, and made appear
Her neck refulgent, and dishevell'd hair,
Which, flowing from her shoulders, reached the ground,
And widely spread ambrosial scents around.
In length of train descends her sweeping gown;
And, by her graceful walk, the Queen of Love is known.
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Book I, lines 556-561

 

John Dryden

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With your hair hangin' down on your shoulders.
N' I love the way you dance your slow sweet tango,
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