No closer friend in all the world to me
Until we battle, torture and ensnare
But whether greatest friends or enemies
We are the most intense and earnest pair
Amidst a harsh assault or midnight talk
Where black and white conflict, and never gray
In combat games or on a sunset walk
Not close enough or far enough away
You persecute, torment, sustain and love
You are a curse, you are my bosom friend
You came from down below and up above
And I will love you 'till the bitter end!
Forever far away, forever near
Contender, comrade, foe and sister dear

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