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They hoisted the trophy above the losers and the fans
While sparkling joy glistened on their faces.
The glorious moment had came
As the referee blew his whistle.
And now the victory, ever, treasured in their hearts.
Happy tears trickled back to their nation
For their home fans to sip, and their admirers to lick.
Pride, a magenta flame ignited their souls
And illuminated their galaxy until next year
When the competirion will begin once again.
The valiant players would rest their exhausted bodies
To reenergize themselves for the upcoming season\'s matches;
Exultant beams would never be oblivious by their followers.
The Spanish skies would never fade.
And memories and souvernirs of the match would linger in photo albums for centuries.
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