The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Fragment ("Her flowing locks, the raven's wing")

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FRAGMENT.

Her flowing locks, the raven's wing,
Adown her neck and bosom hing;
How sweet unto that breast to cling,
And round that neck entwine her!

Her lips are roses wet wi' dew!
O, what a feast her bonie mou!
Her cheeks a mair celestial hue,
A crimson still diviner!

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