World Cup Terza Rima
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I have danced with the ones whose boots on fire
I have kissed the sun’s face – Apollo’s face
I have witnessed goals from boots desired
Azurri’s finest they were outpaced
Three times by Brazil my hips were grazed
Alberto’s touch was gentle and light
Mexico’s sun she shielded her gaze
Pele’s miracles restored her sight.
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