The Crane Wife 3

And under the boughs unbowed
 All clothed in the snowy shroud
 She had no heart so hardened
 All under the boughs unbowed
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 Each feather, it fell from skin
 Till threadbare while she grew thin
 How were my eyes so blinded?
 Each feather, it fell from skin
 And I will hang my head
 Hang my head low
 And I will hang my head
 Hang my head low
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 A gray sky, a bitter sting
 A rain cloud, a crane on wing
 All out beyond horizon
 A gray sky, a bitter sting
 And I will hang my head
 Hang my head low
 And I will hang my head
 Hang my head low
 And I will hang my head
 Hang my head low
 And I will hang my head
 Hang my head low
 And I will hang my head
 Hang my head low
 And I will hang my head
 Hang my head low, low, low