cut, cut my hair
profuse it be
profuse you cut
my head will brave
the cold -
it will be as fire
thrown amidst the
glaciers and the
blocks of snow detached
in sea....
lyric stops so
often stops yet
that's a healthy sign
and health I need it so -
cut, cut my hair
profuse it be
profuse you cut
my head will brave
the cold
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