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If we dim the parochial fervour,
put aside our adverse past, -
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[Breathing heavy] I carry myself over the feild.
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My feet are pulsing slowly,
My heart is pulsing quick, -
A push
A grunt -
My feet pound upon the grass
Players dash across the field
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