1918
¶ 1
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Forever in our shadow
In the midst of victory
You crave our light
To reflect your glory
Fortune’s wheel is turning
As Rooney shaves his chest
As Giggs polishes his medals
As Ferguson gloats from his perch
King Kenny counts his blessings
Good things come to those who wait.
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