Two Sisters

Everyone says she is lemon blossom sunshine,

Casting a spell with her smiles, drawing them in for miles.

Like a bell, like a rose, like a doll, like a fawn,

I have suffered her praises for years

Pounding like blood in my ears

"Sisters? What a pity that one's only pretty, and the other one's smart, kind and strong."

Everyone says, and they're wrong. Casting us so all along, I am your moon and you're mine.