What I Loved the Most

I loved the sound of her voice as she read me a book.
From dusk until dawn we would sing our little song.
We used to speak in native tongues and act as if we were far away.
She gave me the world, I gave her my heart.
She was my twin, and now we are torn apart.
There used to be a bond and now it's gone.

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