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Of freedom from a world where she will never quite belong. She takes a square of paper and she folds it as she sings; A tiny dragon lifts its head and spreads its paper wings. Listen to the song she sings so late into the night; She folds the tiny paper wings and dreams of dragon flight  If you fold a thousand paper cranes, then you will never die. A tiny dragon perches on a chip of crystal stone Would a thousand paper dragons have a magic of their own? At last upon a rose-red dawn the day breaks clear and warm; A thousand tiny dragons whirl around her like a storm. She watches them in wonderment, 'til like the song she sings She rises with them free to fly away on paper wings. 1989 Stephen Savitzky. 
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