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Glorious hills, Hall of fame. Cheap thrills, God of the Game. How did I get here? Shipwrecked boat, Undiscovered land. Sore throat, Parched and bland. It came from above, Woken by the sun. By the sight of a dove, My training begun. I fought beasts, I ran till I could run no more, I challenged chiefs, I won the war. My ordeal had not ended, It had literally just begun. My road was not apprehended, By myself or anyone. I surfed waves, I braved the whirlpool. I plunged into the ocean caves, To recover the infamous jewel. I climbed the mountain, Silent and still. At the peak lay a fountain, Ready to spill. The water enlightened me, I was ready to fight. Nothing could stop me, As I flew into the night. At long last I was home, Captain's armband. In this very stadium dome, I will create history by my very own hand.
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
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Glorious hills, Hall of fame. Cheap thrills, God of the Game. How did I get here? Shipwrecked boat, Undiscovered land. Sore throat, Parched and bland. It came from above, Woken by the sun. By the sight of a dove, My training begun. I fought beasts, I ran till I could run no more, I challenged chiefs, I won the war. My ordeal had not ended, It had literally just begun. My road was not apprehended, By myself or anyone. I surfed waves, I braved the whirlpool. I plunged into the ocean caves, To recover the infamous jewel. I climbed the mountain, Silent and still. At the peak lay a fountain, Ready to spill. The water enlightened me, I was ready to fight. Nothing could stop me, As I flew into the night. At long last I was home, Captain's armband. In this very stadium dome, I will create history by my very own hand.
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
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