She mostly consulted to me
she always trusted me
I liked calling
her pink sunset
That sweetest melody at the end of the day And the pinkness
on her cheeks When you talk about
sex
Oh, she asked about
sex
I was never the big
sister though
she was the rock I was the mess
but then
the day is over pink sunset


and Here we are again, as sincere as my words can get:

I

love

you,

Happy birthday.
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