The twelfth man
¶ 1
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White scarf around my neck,
Strong legs march in the street of London.
Hand holds a rattle with a Leeds logo,
I proudly chant,” Leeds United!”
Serene as a night sea, long to see Leeds sails,
Heart, a fierce peacock, ready to push Leeds to victory.
Spirit of a lion, bravely, hovers above Yorshire,
I, the honest fan of this team. “Forever Leeds United!”
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