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As a kid I had dreams, I was Gilmar
Without them black polo necks or tweed caps
Wearing an old tee shirt with Brazil blazed across it
Well protected by two fabulous full backs.
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Life as a Gilmar looked cushty
Utopia on earth t’ween two posts
Stood passively watching Pele, Gerson, Tostao
Perform poetry in motion, on some other planet than most.
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Great saves? Nah I didn’t make that many
Or spend too much time diving on God’s sacred green floor
See if you happen to be Gilmar and you let three goals in
Us Brazilians are more than capable, of replying with four!