Sadako is folding cranes
The colors spills from the bed
Golden paper fold one thousand
Gods will grant a wish
One mile from Misasa Bridge
The arom bomb explodes
She is blown out of the window
She is two years old
This is our cry
This is our cry
This is our cry
Ten years later
Swollen purple legs
Her poor black eyes
Familly huddles around the bed
Her last meal tea and rice
This is our cry
This is our cry
This is our cry

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