I look at her and wish she didn't
Look like that; wish she didn't have that nose
That mouth those features are mine, she shouldn't
Have them. Everything even the clothes
I want them all for me just me not her
Mother loves us both but perhaps her more
She was born first, she is a bit taller
She is a bit smarter, not such a bore
Yet, she is just like me we are the same
And in result she understands me
I like that we have a different name
And there is also a different he
I love her so when she left I mis'ter
'Cus after all, she is still my sister
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