Sisters
You steal my clothes
and call me names
you have your fun
and play your games
Your nice one minute
and then turn mean
you only believe in
what you have seen
You think I hate you
but that's not right
you don't know what I'd do
day or night
If you needed me
I'd be right there
I'd come and help you
no matter where
When I see you cry
I think I'd cry too
I can't stand to see
harm come to you
You are my sister
till the end of days
and I'll be there for you
forever and for always
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