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Beckham's kick and Lampard's head A whole hour we had lead Now terraced grief sits swathed in red England's win, swiftly dead The mourners gather hearts of lead Hopes of glory now are fled No more the hallowed turf to tred Englands players - early bed
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Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 10:58 AM UTC
Hearts of lead
Beckham's kick and Lampard's head A whole hour we had lead Now terraced grief sits swathed in red England's win, swiftly dead The mourners gather hearts of lead Hopes of glory now are fled No more the hallowed turf to tred Englands players - early bed
Just change the names for the next world cup. (It's about the football world cup - or the soccer world cup if you aren't from these parts. England's national sport...if only we were good at it!)
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Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 10:58 AM UTC
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