The travelling star
¶ 1
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The Earth glows like a new sun,
David’s tears flip flop upon Manchester,
Madrid mourns as its son embraces Hollywood,
The moons rise from the apex of England to dim slowly.
Days to be nights, summers to be winters,
The football spins on its axe in endless bliss,
Joy will never die in Beckham’s world.
God will aways guide him through the rainbow of the elite .
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