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Letting go- A mothers tale
Don’t you know that I’ve been there? I’ve been there before
I’ve wandered through lakes and been bitten by snakes
I’ve been there already, can’t go with you child... And in to the fire she goes
Serendipity, amity, bodily bow Twist that cog and off you go
Uppity, apathy, bodily blow and in to the air she goes
Right through your life you will probably find
Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind
If you can’t see for looking, I’m here if you’re blind...
Now in to the fire you go.
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