My pretty one,

Did you know that your name has always

Rested gently upon my heart?

 

Your voice on the telephone,

Twists a sweet blossom tone

Which rouses the blood in me that sings

Of the joy your greetings bring.

 

So many summers for us,

So many stars cherished and questioned,

The nights which we dared,

The midnight hours where we slowly

Walked away.

 

Sister,

I will always be the safe side of the twilight,

The warmth and strength of the candle,

The light that guides you home.

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