William. It Was Really Nothing!
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A gent of the highest order
Can’t half play a bit
In two championship wins
We lauded him.
Then we sadly split.
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They often come back to haunt yer
These Idols we once loved
Like this one did last Sunday
A cool new hair do
And black gloves!
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There are no hard feelings William
Now that you’re a Gooner
Perhaps we’ll meet again some day
In the Champions League or sooner?
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