Oh, Sister!

Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms

You should not treat me like a stranger

Our father would not like the way that you act

And you must realize the danger

Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you

And one deserving of affection?

And is our purpose not the same on this Earth

To love and follow his direction?

We grew up together

From the cradle to the grave

We died and were reborn

And then, mysteriously saved

Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door

Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow

Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore

You may not see me tomorrow

―Bob Dylan

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