| I was born into this terror, unsuspecting as I was
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| Just a lifeward child, not aware of all the misery
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| No idea of the blame this world already had to shoulder
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| As an untold crime came down and sealed my fate
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| No premonition of the doom impending
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| Not knowing of my strife for life to come
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| Soon gone were the years of my levity
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| Eleven summers before darkness fell
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| Keep this paper crane, one of a thousand
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| There never was a guilt to burden myself
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| My hopeless cry, it went unheard
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| And unlike me, you knew there were no gods to save me
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| Still no idea of the blame this world would have to shoulder
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| As for one last time I bid the cranes farewell
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| Passing by like timid ghosts
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| Summoners of a placid world
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| Never reaching me
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| Masters of a peaceful life
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| Moving on to stainless shores
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| Never teaching me
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| Now I lay my aching hands to rest
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| As I bid my crane farewell
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| And I wish for an echo of my forlorn life to be your melody
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| Keep this paper crane, one of a thousand
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| There never was a guilt to burden myself
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| My hopeless cry, it went unheard
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| And unlike me, you knew there were no gods to save me
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| All hope in vain, you just murdered them
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| Banished the crane from the meadows of this life |