Different wombs carried us
Different people cared us
Different people married us
I don't know,
Where we shake hands
Why we talk too close
You are not my daughter
You are not my wife
You are not my sister
So, you are my friend,
That's the way people call,
But you are more a friend.
All I know is,
Love you sis!
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