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Hair grows and grows; time flows and flows.

With each measure in this tact, it might be opportune to once redact.

It don't come easy letting go, but surely you must strive to know.

And when you do your mind reacts, with worst cases, hardly facts.

Fear not the outcome, for in fear no true outcome appears.

Our tresses fall, our memories shed,

New contours of your self unsaid.

In worn locks, past self resides,

Fresh angles reveals what's inside.

The master's truth slices clean and deep,

Reflection shifts - unseen, yet keenly seen.