The world will be watching excitedly
as two teams collide to be the winners
only one team will climb the podium of popularity;
as champions they will walk tall
carrying in their hands the trophy of victory
jubilant they will feel as they go home
to a heroes welcome their country will greet them;
and as one sits in that stadium and watches them play
one will see the world as a stagewhere each one
plays his game and quits, whether he loses or wins.
And whether the sunsets or moon rises again,
the show will go on when after another four years
new heroes will play with the same enthusaism,
with the same initiatives though
they will confront different rivals;
yet the same truimph and satisfaction they will seek
though they will run and score differently,
new audiences will keep cheering persistently
but the spirit of the game will last consistently
in all those hearts who share the oneness in victory.
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