And ode to championships
and wining first place
An ode to the steam
which rises from a face
An ode to the players
who make a living chasing a puck
An ode to the skill
not just blind luck
An ode for the blood
which flow from an open wound
An ode to the cup
whose appearance will be soon
An ode to the losers
an impending fate
An ode for the winners
who make no mistake
An ode to the game
let us all hope, it remains the same
An ode to the cup
whose appearance will be soon
An ode to the losers
an impending fate
An ode for the winners
who make no mistake
An ode to the game
let us all hope, it remains the same
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