Written In The Stars
¶ 1
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Four clubs remain and three are English
The Champions League draws to a close
A five star team might make it six
So why am I feeling so … morose?
¶ 2
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Chelsea again, hell bent on revenge
That Russian and his inane grinning
I think we can do it but what if we don’t?
Sheer torture to picture them winning
¶ 3
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Beat United to live the sweetest of dreams
For ninety minutes I’d hold my breath
But imagine if the unthinkable happened
That’s a fate almost worse than death
¶ 4
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Lesser of the evils; Italians from Milan
I pray it’s them in the old Athens’ bars
Who will it be? Que sera, sera
For that will be written in the stars
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