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Let go

Unclasp ripened blade, -- That tight, scared-I'll-lose hold -- Let it be what it is. Its soft grey seed Waiting to bring yield To field. Let go! You won't lose, It'll come back Twelve fold A harvest of gold When you let go your hold Grey seed waiting To escape. Release blade Set it free Let it multiply Let it be.