Sister Golden Dream

Once I got to meet sister golden dream.
She really wasn't at all who she seemed.
She was a lot less and a whole lot more.
Thanks to her I had the world to explore.
The way she used to flick her long hair.
She didn't know me; I was looking there.
Remembering how her hair would dance.
It would fly in the wind given a chance.
One day quite to my shocked surprise.
She cut it all off; Right before my eyes.