SLD
¶ 1
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There’s a man I go to the match with
I’d better not reveal his name
He never shouts and he never sings
For thirty years, the same
Occasionally, he will applaud
But it’s all so measured and tame
How does he remain so passive
Watching such a passionate game?
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