Our England
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The proud flag of St George is lethargically lowered,
With it, the shattered hopes of a nation crumble.
England will not go to the ball.
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The Kaiser wears a wide smile; Blatter breathes his sigh of relief,
And a crestfallen Platini can muster a wry grin.
England did fail.
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Alas sorry England the pain is without end,
Four more long years before we dare to dream again.
Don’t despair, for in England we trust.
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Honourable Englishmen a new season beckons,
And therein lies our opportunity to bury the hurt.
Love your club; idolise your team.
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Rejoice and witness once more,
The terrific technical ability of our overseas stars.
Harness the talent; England can learn?
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We live in hope. We still believe,
We will dare to dream again.
We are England…
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