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Let Me Go, Mom
Let me go, Mom Please let go of my hand Let me emerge from my chrysalis And become a butterfly To meet life on my own. Let me go, Mom I have grown up now Don't you understand that I need to do some exploring For when you will not be there? Let me go, Mom I'm not your baby anymore Don't you understand that The more you try to hold me back, The more I'll try to go?
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