The smoke hovered above our heads,
foggy like the cloud we existed 
in; we were burning in our hell,
so our soul can bear the heat in hell

He banged his fists loudly on the armrest,
and stroked my body a little harder;
the ball had bounced back from the post,
the boy in blue wasn't winning

For a second she took over my sanity:
"I was the lucky charm he had cast his lot on,
I, who can't charm charm my way,
nor seduce a stroke of luck"

His voice sung me out of my slumber,
It was only a soccer moment;
my fears fled behind a smiley face,
and my heart, once more hummed merry hymns
  

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