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Hovers on the grass and leads the dance
His style is to flutter, spring and prance
This luscious green pitch is his private sphere
Only the legends can call him their peer
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Do we make the player or does he make us?
Does he know that I’m cheering while the enemies cuss?
Does the eruption of the crowd affect as such?
Do the masses really matter that much?