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All things must come to pass; and so this team
that ‘cross the football firmament once strode,
with one-touch passing, seamless as it flowed,
said sad farewell to one-too-many dream.
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Let songs be sung and fires scorch the night –
Del Bosque’s mighty army is no more.
Tired and humbled, battle-weary, sore,
but once, oh, how they set the world alight.