From the same loving womb we came
Each in our own time;
Bringing with us the precious gifts
That were passed down the line.
The poetry in love and the music of our hearts;
A gratitude for the little things
We would encounter in our paths.
Like fireflies on a summers night
And butterflies in graceful flight;
A lone fish-eagle as it calls from on high
At the end of the day, a contented sigh.
Your happiness is my joy
And your sadness my woe;
I would gladly wield my sword for you
Against any foe.
And so Sora de meu,
The Sister of my Soul
I will love you forever
Until our blood runs cold.
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