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A team sets its sights on the loftiest prize,
As fans give their frenetic support, A win is a win, and a sight for sore eyes, A victory won with the grandest retort. The ultimate test, we are certain to pass, Then, celebrate with joy and wonder! A win like this will surely surpass The opposition’s hard work and thunder... With God so close, my spirits rise, I turn to Him, looking skyward – Surely, this is a sight for sore eyes, As prayers which I’ve sent become answered!
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