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We used to call each other names
Throw tantrums and be all but nice
And what you saw in all those frames
Told an unreal story of paradise

Never in a million years, let me say
Would I have thought to like you more
Cause sometimes I would all but pray
To not be there and close the door

Who knew that doing exactly this
Move away, even to another land
Would not be met by joy and bliss
But rather taste like something bland

So you are here and I am there
And I miss the times we used to play
How can I tell you how much I care
When I'm literally miles and miles away

So, while distance was all I used to crave
It brought a big and unknown fear
Which one, you ask, let it be engraved
It's the fear of loosing you, my sister dear

© StephVi

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Ein kleines Gedicht für meine liebe Schwester, der ich nicht annähernd oft genug sage, wie viel sie mir eigentlich bedeutet.

TanyaVischer this is for you!