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There used to be 7 sisters They love to dance and sing There were close, even as kids They would play and swing Their names were many But let's start with the first Phaedra, the sister of strength She was never easy to coerce Then there was the second Luna, sister of dance Every night by the fire The others saw her prance This girl was just as great Estella, sister of song When she sung Everyone sang along Now with the 4th Ilta, sister of art People would see her work And feel it deep in their heart The 5th is the next Ayla, sister of story Full of joy and pain Always end in glory 6 was always around Diana, sister of care If someone was sick She'd be there But the last one is hard For both you and me Eira, girl of nothing Yeah, the others are surprised too She tried to move But would fall She tried to sing But it always hit a wall Eira tried to be like the others But she felt small and shy So while the others were asleep She hid in the sky The 6 sisters woke up And looked and tried But after years of searching They began to cry But little do they know Eira was great She was watching the others Changing the star's fate Eira isn't mad But sad and hurt Maybe one day She'll leave her yurt And dance with her sisters Like she was born to do Because they love each other All the way, through and through
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Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC
7 sisters poem
There used to be 7 sisters They love to dance and sing There were close, even as kids They would play and swing Their names were many But let's start with the first Phaedra, the sister of strength She was never easy to coerce Then there was the second Luna, sister of dance Every night by the fire The others saw her prance This girl was just as great Estella, sister of song When she sung Everyone sang along Now with the 4th Ilta, sister of art People would see her work And feel it deep in their heart The 5th is the next Ayla, sister of story Full of joy and pain Always end in glory 6 was always around Diana, sister of care If someone was sick She'd be there But the last one is hard For both you and me Eira, girl of nothing Yeah, the others are surprised too She tried to move But would fall She tried to sing But it always hit a wall Eira tried to be like the others But she felt small and shy So while the others were asleep She hid in the sky The 6 sisters woke up And looked and tried But after years of searching They began to cry But little do they know Eira was great She was watching the others Changing the star's fate Eira isn't mad But sad and hurt Maybe one day She'll leave her yurt And dance with her sisters Like she was born to do Because they love each other All the way, through and through
um. I like stars.
Piano_man33
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16/M/Delaware
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC
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