The world cup final
¶ 1
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The roaring crowd as noisy as the loudest witch ,
The shining sun beaming down on the pitch,
The cloudless sky as blue as the sea,
The charging players running towards me,
The goal scoring striker taking out the net,
The gleaming trophy not to be held yet.
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