Hold fast, and you realise,
you will smother me;
Let me be, and lo,
you see, I may tread the periphery.
Hold fast, and I am woebegone;
Care for you not, care for none.
If you though will let me fly,
I will forever stand by.
Hold fast, and you render me anon.
Hold fast, and there, I am gone.
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