I made me a lampshade
It took all night and day
When I wasn’t working on it
I simply sat and stared
Till bit by bit, it began to grow
Each time I added some more
At last it began to take shape
By then I’d learned to gape
At it for hours on end.
Behold your namesake! Itezuru - the frozen crane. That desperate struggle is her beauty. In the heart of winter she folds one leg and buries her head beneath a wing, moving not a muscle. She doesn't resist. She doesn't complain. She depends only on herself, drawing out her last ounce of strength. Is that not the way of all who truly follow their hearts...? [Lone Wolf and Cub]
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