Rhys Jones, Evertonian
¶ 1
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There’s one team
Playing with ten men
There’s a mother
Who won’t see her son again
A father in a stadium
Next to an empty seat
Schoolmates who will never forget
The boy who played out on their street
There’s a brother
Who lost a brother who cannot be replaced
There are neighbours remembering
The boy with a smile upon his face
There will be a minutes silence
At Goodison this week
But for those with information
The time has come to speak
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