O gentle youth,
whose merry spirit shines,
your nimble feet paint miracles on grass;
Where sorrow builds its dark and silent shrines, Thy laughter whispers, "This too shall pass."
Mine eyes have wept through England's lonely ways,
Recalling noble hearts untimely gone;
My grandsire, father, brother..virtuous rays.. Were dimmed by falsehood long before the dawn...
Yet thou, fair son of Messi, dost restore..The faith that wounded years could never slay;
For in thy joyful play I see once more Love's living light outshine the proud display.
So flourish, child, and let thy football prove: The strongest crown upon the earth is love...
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