The Lords Prayer
¶ 1
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Lord Lormor, thou art from heaven,
Hallowed be thy fame,
Thy goals shall come,
Thou art the one,
Traditional centre forward from birth,
As you are now, in goal heaven,
Give us this day, goals scored from thy head,
And make some good passes,
As we cannot forgive those who score goals and pass against us,
Anth lead us into goal celebration,
But deliver us a three-nil,
For thou art experienced in the goal-scoring kingdom,
With all your power and glory,
Now and for ever and ever.
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