So close have we become in thirty years:
Intimate as sisters, thick as friends;
So intermingled in our joys and tears
That each familiar glance a novel sends!
Even sisters sometimes grow apart,
Remembering but dimly days long past.
In us there is a closeness of the heart,
Natural yet loose enough to last.
Life often can with mad indifference cast
A pair together drawn from odds and ends,
While we could not be better matched by art.
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