Opus - Eleven

Eleven is the luck most people haven´t
Eleven is the navel of ideas
Eleven is like a light in a gloomy cavern
Eleven is the haven of your fears
Eleven - more can never come
You ask what is there to be done?
It´s up to you when it will run
Eleven is all I can and can´t imagine
Eleven is a hint of destiny
Eleven - you got it, well I never
Eleven - a lucky number you will see
Eleven - more can never come
It´s up to you when it will run
Don´t ask what is there to be done

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