ELEVEN, ELEVEN
Eleven, Eleven dances a polka
Round and round in my head
It's not pizza I crave
Of that I am sure
There is never a nine, six or seven.
Eleven, Eleven, it's there again
At once I remember my sister
And others who passed
On their way through my heart
Before journeying on toward heaven.
Eleven, Eleven, I feel the connection
No reason but trust with blind faith
And savour the moment
In loving remembrance
Of loved ones so precious
'Til we will meet again.
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