Sisters, two are we; I'm dark, she's fair
As far as twin sisters go, we're quite the pair
Me? I'm from the land, and she came from the sea
So in truth, tell me this; what exactly are we?...
White horses many, meet upon a red hill,
Their intent is to clash, but they don't mean ill will
Silver treasure is sometimes present, not meant for a queen
And although many crowns, none are meant for a king.
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