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At 45 Of Second Half

Half a hundred thousand frozen,
They will watch till the end,
Bit less than two times a dozen,
Theirs is the contend,

Sure, half a world will fall from grace,
As though they shouldn't feel the shame,
It was settled in the place,
It was all part of the game,

But for those that'll laugh,
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