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Will you unfold my heart
Like I fold these wings
Late at night
At my desk light
Folding paper
Making shapes
My fingers tremble
As I think of you
Another crane
Another day without the truth
A hundred cranes on my windowsill
Still can't find the courage
Still can't find the will
How many cranes will it take
For me to say what I mean
A thousand paper birds in flight
But three words I can't set free
Morning comes
With gentle sun
You smile and wave
Walk past my door
Five hundred now
Line my shelves
Each one holds
What I can't tell
How many cranes will it take
For me to say what I mean
A thousand paper birds in flight
But three words I can't set free
Finally spoke
Finally brave
You held my hand
And stayed
Our days flow like
Origami streams
But paper's fragile
As it seems
The cranes still sit
Where you left them
Collecting dust
From months ago
Each fold contains
A memory
Of what we had
What we lost
How many cranes will it take
To let these feelings go
A thousand paper birds remain
But you've already flown
One last crane
One last fold
One last try
To let you know