The Sweet Wine Of Anfield
¶ 1
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What greater grace has Man been given
What nobler deed’s been done
To guide the poets heart and dream
And every heart then won
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What greater longings for the glory
All men then stand as one
From youth that perished death must answer
Though silent still her tongue
¶ 3
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No burning sword to call to arms
No fires to e’re behold
For night will test the strongest heart
And passion tempt the soul
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But none I say will draw the blood
Nor bless with sweeter wine
For none can make a claim on me
When Anfield bound am I.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 (c) tobyjones 3rd january 2004
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