Life, A 20/20 match of cricket
Now don't lose your wicket.
Mind your pitch and boundary.
Beware, not to get an injury
While shooting out a century.
Even though, you are run-out
He watches above the crease.
He catches the ball unseen:
A third Empire, God, up there
Be strong, fear not at all
And play the game well,
To win the trophy, its' yours
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