What does it mean to have a sister?
I’ll tell you about mine,
We laugh cry and quarrel-
Sometimes all at one time
They have known me my whole life
They’ve watched me change and grow
And as life gets weird and I can’t keep up,
We’ll still be us, I know
I wake up every day a sister,
It’s a happy thing to be
For when I’m down and feel alone
They’ll always be that to me


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