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Fix My Crown

This crown of mine is not nailed
It sometimes shifts.
Though it brings me honour
It’s bound to fall.
So when you see it falling
Fix it for me.
Today it’s me
Tomorrow it’s you.
Let’s run this race together.
Treat me like a sister
We are equal.
Sister, when you are up the ladder,
Do not look down
And shout at my mistakes
Take me,
And with love
Fix my crown.
The beauty of the crown
Takes both of us.

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