Passion
¶ 1
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Passion is an emotion uninhibited by ration
rationale or lesson with regards to one’s nation
when elation takes the field.
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 “Yield or fall! Our walls are tall!”
¶ 3
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Do it with a ball and hear us chant;
hear us rant
and rave about our heroes –
¶ 4
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Nero’s none of them we don’t fiddle;
diddle a penalty like the Italians!
¶ 5
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Stallions not, they are,
and Lions all are we!
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 See?
¶ 7
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We have no fear and hold dear to passion
without ration
with regards to our nation
¶ 8
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and every man, woman, child
who plays the English game
can feel no shame!
¶ 9
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For we are Lions born of men
and England is our Den!
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