Silence
¶ 1
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The reebok roar has always been
Just a faint whisper from the Burnden scene
Who could forget those glorious nights
When the wanderers regularly hit the heights
Its now a far cry from those nights of old
With the passionate games against Swindon and Wolves
The partisan crowd that was worth a goal start
Has long disappeared and now has no heart
But now times have changed from how it used too seem
Lets increase the volume from a whisper to a scream.
¶ 2
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Dennis swift
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