Of the beautiful Spotify;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Spotify;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the soundi

ng sea."

In short

A life without

Spotify is a life equivalent

to torment

even more so death

so don't ask me why

I can't live without Spotify