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A star appears in the middle of the world
With a heavenly brightness on his face. Maybe it’s the shirt that has just sold His white,to dominate that place. Running on grass,running in our hearts, A magic man is fighting for success Under a smile that wins the most soul’s parts Learning to be the idol of the press. Going inside the green where he returns, Owner of the entire atmosphere, Never he misses chances that reborn… So when he marks,you feel in eyes a tear… And on his look a charm has always lived. Lost in the air we seem when he appears Enabled to reprove what we believed: Since he has come,in sport are running tears. But tears of extasy,of happyness,of joy, Loving a person we don’t even know… A star that’s shining from a boy… Nothing could stop us love him so! Created to impress until the heaven, Our star gave us the power to beleve in SEVEN!
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