A Siblings' Bond
My sister, oh how I miss her, for she is so far away.
All that I can think about is her everyday.
My sister, oh how I miss her, and how we used to play.
All that I can think about is her everyday.
My sister, oh how I miss her, it's like the world turned grey.
All that I can think about is her everyday.
My sister, oh how I miss her, and listen to what I say:
I swear I'll search forever and find her again someday.
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