Boris PasternakHer dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart.
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The beauty of her hair was like smoke and it stabbed into his eyes and made him cry. He loved her beautiful hair and how it made him feel when he was around her. Her hair was like smoke, which reminded him of the fire she was. When she smiled, her skin glowed and when she laughed, her eyes sparkled with life. Her hair was like smoke because it reminded him of the fire in her life.
Source: Doctor Zhivago
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