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It was a cold night |
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And the snow lay low |
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I pulled my coat tight |
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Against the falling down |
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And the sun was all |
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And the sun was all down |
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And the sun was all |
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And the sun was all down |
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I am a poor man |
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I haven't wealth nor fame |
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I have my two hands |
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And a house to my name |
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And the winter's so |
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And the winter's so long |
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And the winter's so |
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And the winter's so long |
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And all the stars were crashing 'round |
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As I laid eyes on what |
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I'd foundIt was a white crane |
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It was a helpless thing |
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Upon a red stain |
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With an arrow, its wing |
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And it called and cried |
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And it called and cried so |
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And it called and cried |
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And it called and cried so |
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And all the stars were crashing 'round |
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As I laid eyes on what |
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I'd foundMy crane wife, my crane wife |
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My crane wife, my crane wife |
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Now I helped her |
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And I dressed her wounds |
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And how I held her |
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Beneath the rising moon |
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And she stood to fly |
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And she stood to fly away |
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And she stood to fly |
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She stood to fly away |
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And all the stars crashing 'round |
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As I laid eyes on what |
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I'd foundMy crane wife, my crane wife |
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My crane wife, my crane wife |
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My crane wife arrived at my door |
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In the moonlight |
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All star bright and tongue-tied |
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I took her in |
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We were married and bells rang sweet |
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For our wedding |
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And our bedding was ready |
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When we fell in |
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The sound of the keening bell |
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To see its pain erect |
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Soft as fontanel, the feathers and the thread |
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When all I ever meant to do was to keep you |
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My crane wife |
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My crane wife |
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My crane wife |
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We were poorly |
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Our fortunes fading hourly |
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And how she loved me |
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She could bring it back |
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But I was greedy, |
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I was vain |
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And I forced her to weaving |
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On a cold loom, in a closed room |
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Down the hall |
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The sound of the keening bell |
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To see its pain erect |
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Soft as fontanel, the feathers and a thread |
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When all I ever meant to do was to keep you |
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My crane wife |
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My crane wife |
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My crane wife |
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There's a bend in the wind and it rakes at my heart |
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There is blood in the thread and it rakes at my heart |
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Rakes at my heart, heart |
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Heart, heart |
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Heart, heart |
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Heart, heart |
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Heart, heart |
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My crane wife |
