'Hurrah! We have won the match, '
This way the boys shouted
With great exuberance,
It filled the air completely
And everybody listened to their shout attentively,
They praised the boys wholeheartedly,
But nobody listened to the pain and agony of defeat
Which was coming from nearby;
Win is win,
The joy and pleasure of win easily excels the pain and sorrow of defeat.
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