Garrincha
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Cloudbursts, rainbows and genius
With the ball stitched to your toes
On invisible threads
Wove a tapestry of brilliance
As those twisted limbs unraveled
To reveal such beauty
Gracing football pitches
A fast burning comet
With light blazing
Manuel Francisco dos Santos
“Little Songbird”
In heaven your song still sings.
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