Missiles raining down the San Siro pitchMetarazzi and Rui Costa watching the fireworksRui Costa : Hey Marco, hows the fireworks ?Marco : Nah, I prefer BlueCafu rushes to the aid of Dida
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Eighteen is a time of liberation. Intentions now begin to swell to song. Given the glory of one's aspiration, How can one's life story turn out wrong? There is a passion in one's preparation, Eager for the hills that make one strong, Eager for the sense of each sensation, Not knowing what fair fate might come along.
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