Swinging on the tangles of our dreams,
Walking side by side through the darkest of times,
From the corner’s of her eyes was a gleam,
She’d laugh out loud and run and commit no crime,
I’d chase after her through the glades,
A harmony we would sing
I’d always find her in the shade
Lounging like a king
Like a tongue twister,
I was blessed to see her as my sister.
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