Denison Witmer - Let Go A Little
I was in my garden
Water pouring from my hands
I turned around and there you stood
You were transparent and you said,
?Why are you so precious about everything?
Let go a little.?
I was in my garden
Water pouring from my hands
I turned around and there you stood
You were transparent and you said,
?Why are you so precious about everything?
Let go a little.?
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