My Sister My twin and I, we don’t get along, I am weak and she is strong, She flies, and I stay down, Her hair is blonde, but mine is brown, She always does things ten times better, She’s the fashion trend setter, Opportunities shower her, Her beauty causes a stir, But deep down, I love her lots, Though she is stripes and I am dots, She can make me cry or make me smile, She doesn’t care if I cramp her style, My twin and I, we don’t always get on, But I will miss her when she is gone.
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