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You look into my eyes and you smile

I look back and I turn red

You treat me like a sister

And I sometimes see you as a brother

You get me wet,

You pat my head,

You are always there when I need you

But is it so wrong,

That whenever your gone,

I see you as someone different,

I think of you different,

My fellings are different....



We are not related by blood,
I thought that would be enough...

But I still call you brother,
And you call me sister....