Alone in a crowd of billions
On the first night of worldcupmas My true love brought to me You Uruguayans, trumpets ablaming, Evra’s an ostrich, not just, aujourd’hui. On the second night of worldcupmas My true love brought to me A Scouser scoring, Green Green spillage, soccer-a-partying yonder in a starry striped tree. On the third night of worldcupmas My true love brought to me Four German goals, a fine Aussie drubbing and a cat-tish Cahill decree. On the fourth night of worldcupmas My true love brought to me Hail snow and sunshine, Cape Town’s performing, Paraguayans raining on an Italian...
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