Dreaming
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As I lie asleep at night.
I dream of Celtic glories.
Of players like the Mighty Quinn
Tully and McGrory.
¶ 2
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I dream of winning silverware
How they played their parts.
But there’s always Caley Thistle
Then the bed wetting starts
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