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Cristian Mocanu, Ro
My heart is like a soccer field
awaiting the spring season
How sad it is without the cheer, the chants and the colours
You can be sure the league returns, but what about my loved one?
Olympia! Your heroes past
remain in verse and statues
And you keep up their heritage under the blazing sun
But I must treasure my past loves in the soul's shady corners.
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