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Oct 2014
Mein Gott! Can't you see,
in the Teutonic light,
What we proudly Sieg Heil
with the torches all gleaming?
The ******* beckons,
through the perilous fight,
Great Deutschland awakens,
not sleeping or dreaming!

On the huge TV screens,
the footballers are seen,
Foul proof through the night
Brave Germany's dream.

O please make that Hakenkreuz banner come first!
We're the land of Sauerkraut, brave home of the Wurst.
You may wish to sing this to the tune of "the star spangled banner"; on the other  hand you may not wish to do so. The only form of nationalism permitted in modern Germany is sports fanaticism.
Edna Sweetlove
Written by
Edna Sweetlove  London
(London)   
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