Jurgen Klinsmann
¶ 1
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Der “Golden Bomber”
From whose graceful crop
Came the rich harvest
Of goals
The yellow fire
Illuminated with
Dreams of glory
Outshining the noise
From the turbulent terrace,
And now as graceful in defeat
As glorious in victory, with die wurde
At your feet.
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