Sibs

I am the brother of her
And she is the sister of me;
Whenever we confer
We talk slowly.

We talk so-o s-slow
Words b-arely g-o.
We can-not e-ven hear them s-t-o .

And yet we do concur
That she is the sister of me
And I am the brother of her!

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