A joyful play with the foot
Head heading a ball to hoot
A foul of dark clouds form
Over clear calm bright sky.
Broken bottles on the streets
Will let it out, bloody scene will be;
Shouts that could not be heard
If anger covers the eyes not to see
Nor ears to hear, already
A sorrowful song being sang
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