Hillsborough – Twenty Years On
¶ 1
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It came from nowhere, stole their last breath
That callous, vicious, beast called death
A long black shadow from sun-filled skies
Brought chaos and hell, then a thousand lies
Poor, lifeless bodies with a red scarf or shirt
Reputations trampled into the Sheffield dirt
The quest for truth, for justice and for peace
With the spirit of Shankly, it will never cease
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