Mathematics
The line goes on and time is short,
But the end is not to be seen.
Curved or straight the aim the same,
And English grass is green.
My Blood is red - my heart ticks on,
I wonder what could have been.
My head won - my heart lost,
And English grass is green.
My feet stood still,
Your in a foriegn scean.
The grass under my toes,
my hear blood red.
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