It’s the eleventh day of Christmas and I’m listening to music.
Beautiful music.
It sends my spirit into the sky.
It turns my body into love.
Beautiful music—
language of my soul.
How I adored you, on the eleventh day of Christmas.


It’s the eleventh day of Christmas and I’m listening to music.
Beautiful music.
It sends my spirit into the sky.
It turns my body into love.
Beautiful music—
language of my soul.
How I adored you, on the eleventh day of Christmas.


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