I'll cut my hair, when the weather changes, again.
You'll see me as someone else and we can start again.
I've told to cut you off...there are new lines across my face that also fool you.
Lay and watch my unravel, or turn your head to the change.
My mind shifts with the weather while nothing pure stays the same.
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