Long-contained feelings freed
And going up, up, up,
It's time, my friend,
For the soccer World Cup
Everyone's been waiting
Through the past four years,
For victory's joy,
Or defeat, and tears.
All of it focused on a ball
Kicked up and around,
And into space, and into a
Net, at the end of the ground.
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