The warmth of your love Is like the warmth of the sun And this will be our year Took a long time to come Don’t let go of my hand Now darkness has gone And this will be our year Took a long time to come I know I’m not the only person who was […]
The eighth day after Christmas, before they could suspect I bundled up the… Eight maids a-milking Nine ladies dancing Ten lords a-leaping Eleven pipers piping Twelve drummers drumming (Well, actually, I kept one of the drummers) And sent them back collect I wrote my true love we are through love And I said in […]
The sixth day after Christmas, the six laying geese wouldn’t lay I gave the whole darn gaggle to the A.S.P.C.A On the seventh day, what a mess I found all seven of the swimming swans had drowned My true love, my true love, my true love gave to me – The Twelve Days After Christmas, […]
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