Last match terzanelle
¶ 1
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The fates have set November’s sky aflame.
Like Lazarus, we’ve risen from the dead
And now it all comes down to this one game.
¶ 2
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The night was dark; the hopeful stars had fled
But then we started this unbeaten run.
Like Lazarus, we’ve risen from the dead.
¶ 3
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Dark clouds had blotted out the summer sun
For football can be cruel as well as kind,
But then we started this unbeaten run.
¶ 4
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But still our season waits to be defined –
A season’s work may hinge on one mistake,
For football can be cruel as well as kind.
¶ 5
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And Limerick may get a lucky break!
Who knows what way the fickle fates may turn?
A season’s work may hinge on one mistake.
¶ 6
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Above the ground, our aspirations burn.
The fates have set November’s sky aflame.
Who knows what way the fickle fates may turn,
As now it all comes down to this one game?
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