#54. My Beautiful Brazil
I have seen many cups lost and many cups won
Yet one battle broke my heart open and left me all torn
To see my bold, beautiful Brazil, on home soil
They came ready to play their hearts out and did toil
Then, came fair strangers who ushered a new reign
They came for battle, their goals poured like a cold rain
One to remember each day of the Samba drums
A bittersweet number, a symbol of grace, of divine completion
Spectators, hushed into silence, fans wept without consolation
A brave, lonely goal from one of the sons of Rio
And finally, beaten, broken and crushed,
My poor, beautiful Brazil wept
Yes, in this lifetime, many soccer battles have I seen
Yet none like the Germanization of Brazil in 2014!
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