Fernando Torres
¶ 1
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This Athletico youth
Shapes dreams and hopes
In a flurry of goals and kisses blown
Like clouds and storms that cease
In the promise of a false dawn
Yet the record stands
First season stats suggest
Substance and sustenance
The prince has left the training pitch
Long Live the King.
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