The sisterhood that I couldn't do,
Together I can't be,
Even the house that I can't play,
She was my sister...
I cry when I think of it,
I knew my sister's grave rose,
For her, sisterhood was the sunniest longing.
What were we, oh,
I'm a little crazy,
Responsible seated she,
She was a sister to me.
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