Sibling bonds
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A cold night, the whispering winds soaring
The midnight moon shining like a bright light.
The dark blue sky kissing the waters of the Muranga Rivers
By the banks of the river, there she sat, quietly-
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
