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Day in day out I fold and fold
Paper cuts sting everytime I smooth an edge
White and yellow and red and blue and green and pink and blue
Fold a string into the middle so you can hang them once i'm done
A thouand paper cranes I've made for you my tender love
A thousand paper cranes you hang above your bed sleep tight
For every paper crane will guard you when i leave tonight...