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Sweat and scratches mapping your skin
Under the glorious spotlight, blinding sight
A six men team carrying hopes and dream,
In their mind, in the air, on the court
While the opposants stand up,
Oblivious of exhaustion and their muscles’ screams
All you see is the ground
And your shadow stretch
And their cries drown.
Legacy of the third years
Not a weigh, as behind the tears,
Nor a burden, there were still a smile.
As we stand up,
Their wings become ours for
The sun will rise
And we will try again