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Let go...

Sometimes, just sometimes
no matter how strong you are,
if you are a man, woman or child
you just want to be held
knowing that when you let go
you will be safe

Sometimes, just sometimes
you need to let go
to find yourself
your strength
your will to life

Come, let me hold you
Let go and feel safe

c J. Schulte-Zurhausen

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