Piermario Morosini
¶ 1
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Why are they playing no matches today?
Why are the football grounds empty?
All action’s called off as a mark of respect
For a player died aged five and twenty.
¶ 2
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But why, why, why, why could he not survive
When he was struck down by heart failure?
This is the question echoing, echoing
Round all those desolate stadia.
¶ 3
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15/4/12
Denys E. W. Jones
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