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| She moved so far away I wrote to her each day She never would write back That was a real true fact. I use to cry alot With her in my thought. To pick up a pen I didn't think was a sin Years and years went by Alot of times, I did cry Why didn't she love me I loved her, you see After all these years My eyes still fill with tears I realized I just wasn't, good enough My heart has turned real tough Accepting that we'd never be As close as my brother and me I finally just gave up Sitting here, sipping from my cup. But, she�s still my little sister. By Sue � 7/27/01 |
| Still My Little Sister |
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